Thirteen Forever ~Peter Pan Love Story~ <DISCONTINUED>

Resurrecting A Log

"If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing." -J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

-First Person/Misty-

After walking awhile, Peter and I came upon a gray caved over tree. I had to bend over to get inside. Soon realizing I could stand straight again, my eyes searched around. The inside of the tree was dark and cold. The only light was from the outside. It peaked through the opening I came through. There was black bark that covered the wall of the tree. I felt it with my hand. It was rough and somewhat sharp. I pulled away sighing. Just then, I was pulled away by Peter's voice. Turning around, he too was looking around. "Home sweet home."
"You call this a home?" He looked my way.
"No not really, just a shelter."
"Shelter from what? There are no animals and certainly no humans."
"Rain, storms, you know. Just because everything is dead dosn't mean there is no weather every here and there."
"You haven't quite informed me of much so I wouldn't know."
"I didn't need to inform, you already knew my story."
"Not all of it. Like what brought you back to life."
"Later."
"Later? I assume you'll tell me later?" He nodded. I just shrugged. Knowing that was the last thing on my mind. I started to pace around. "So...what exactly do you find comfortable in this...shelter?"
"Nothing but if you are wondering where we are going to sleep, it's on the floor."
"The floor?" Peter nodded.
"On a blanket of coarse."
"Oh." I didn't notice the hand made blanket that surfaced on the dirt ground until Peter pointed it out. Sighing once more, I plopped down on the ground. Looks like this was my new home...for now. Peter sat down next to me.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired."
"Really? I would of thought that sleeping sand would've made you less sleepy."
"Is that what that stuff was you threw on me?" He nodded. "Explain."
"Well sleeping sand is a type of sand that makes you go to sleep and then when you wake up, you're suppose to be refreshed."
"How?"
"Well, the sand makes you sleep so good even if it's for an hour, you're suppose to wake up feeling like you slept a century." I saw him think for a second. "Well, now that I think back to it, I did sort of spill the sand when the bag slipped from my hand. Curse my clumsiness." I smiled slightly.
"Oh."
"Unfortunately, the sleeping sand dosn't do the same for me. I still have awful nightmares."
"I'm sorry." I guessed he meant the nightmares were when the tsunami hit. Going through a trauma just as bad as that would give me nightmares too.
"It's okay." He sighed.
"So since you still get weather, that must mean there's flowers?" Peter shook his head.
"No, the tsunami stunned their growth." My sense crawled back to me and I smacked my forehead.
"Duh! I would have to be a fool to ask that question." Peter erupted into a cute laugh.
"Yeah, the trees don't grow here. Nothing does."
"I see."
"Yep."
"Don't you ever get cold?" Peter shook his head.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't know, I guess I'm just too use to it."
"Probably."
"You will too eventually." Doubt and worried filled my mind at that instant.
"What do you mean by, eventually? Are you saying, I'll be here a while."
"For how ever long it takes." I turned away, frowning, because I knew my stay here would be eternal. My Grandma came to mind. She was probably miserable without me. What Peter didn't understand was, I had people back at home, that cared about me. People as in my Grandma. She was all I had left, and I was all she had left. "You seem bothered...am I really that bad of a company?"
"No, I just, my family. They needs me."
"So do I."
"I barley know you!" Peter seemed stunned at my tone of voice.
"Well, okay then..." An awkward, yet disturbing silence surrounded us.
"I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated." Peter nodded.
"Understandable. Let's just hurry up and get going. I don't want to be out all night." Nodding in response, I stood up and followed Peter out of the tree. His step's were slow and awkward. The sun hit me like a target. I shielded my eye's.
"At least there's still a sun." Peter stopped in his track's.
"Yeah, why do you think I'm so tan?" He flexed his muscles. I laughed. He smiled and started walking again. I followed behind.
"Why can't we use fairy dust and fly?"
"I don't want to waste it, after all, the fairies are dead." I sighed.
"You're still Peter Pan. Don't tell me your spirit's gone too." Peter made a halt and turned around.
"Whats the use of a spirit when everything's gone?" He started walking again. I frowned with sadness. Soon I realized, I was done with this negativity, so I took control and stepped in front of him, stopping.
"You know, nothings going to get better with an attitude like that." Peter arched a brow.
"What makes you smart all the sudden?"
"It's not intelligence Peter, it's the truth. Have you ever thought that maybe nothings coming back because how you've been feeling. What exactly have you been feeling?" He sighed and his eye's met the ground. "What did Wendy do to you?" His eye's found me again and they were filled with sadness and hurt.
"Nothing, let's just get a move on."
"You'll eventually have to open up Peter, if you ever want things to get better." He remained silent and sighed again, his eye's shot to the sky and he rubbed them. Looking back down upon me, I noticed the glossy tone to them. "Look, I have trust issues too bu-." He cut me off.
"It's not trust issues! It's just nothing!" I flinched at his tone. I turned away from him and walked ahead. After a moment of silence, I heard his footsteps coming on to me. There was another awkward silence. My eye's stared at the ground, the time I walked. All of this was just ridiculous. I am not the source of all life. I cannot make things come back! What was I even doing here? Nothing, it seemed. Nothing at all.

Thinking back, I remembered cutting myself on that rock. When I dipped it in the ocean, if I wasn't hallucinating, the ocean seemed to turn a bit brighter. Maybe, there's something about me. I just didn't know what. What if it was my blood. It wasn't that hard to figure out. I looked at my finger. There was a bright pink cut that still remained. I wondered curiously and soon stopped myself. I felt Peter bump into my back. He grunted slightly. "Why'd you stop?" I turned around.
"When I woke up...."
"Yeah?"
"Well, I found this rock, and cut my finger on it, well, when I dipped it into the ocean, it turned."
"What do you mean it turned?"
"Well, it got brighter."
"Brighter? No, it must've been the sun."
"No, because, when I looked up, there was no sun."
"Then it must've been a flake in the rock."
"How can a small flake make something brighter as big as an ocean?"
"Well, if it's that type of rock, then it can."
"You mean to tell me, there are rocks, magical rocks?"
"Yeah."
"Gosh, this place is really make believe."
"If it was make believe, you wouldn't be here." I nodded. Wow, I was stupid.
"Let's just go then."
"K then." We started pacing again. I stopped again. Peter grunted again. "What now?" Turning around, I looked him in the face with offense.
"No need to be rude Peter, I was just going to ask you a question."
"If this is about Wendy again, I'm gon-." I cut him off.
"No! I was going to ask you if you think we should go try and find the rock."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because, that would be a waste of time."
"Oh my god, whatever." I started to walk again.

A long while later, we had reached half way through the forest before Peter had decided to take a rest. I wasn't the one to argue. "Can we please just use the fairy dust?"
"No." I groaned.
"And why the heck not?"
"What I said earlier, I need to save it."
"Save it for what Peter!?" His expression turned offended.
"Jeez, we've only been walking 2 hours and you're already tired." I rolled my eye's.
"Just answer my question." There was a hesitation.
"You know what, let's just head back to the tree."
"Why?"
"Because, to be honest with you, I'm not really in the mood to relive the terrible day, I found everything. I might get emotional." I looked at him with sadness.
"Must have been a sad day."
"It was."
"I'm sorry." He shook my apology off.
"No, I should be sorry. I let everything go."
"It wasn't your fault Peter. That tsunami came on it's own."
"But, why'd it kill everything. Neverland was suppose to be magical, it can't just die from water."
"Well, that's what we need to figure out Peter."
"Yeah, but let's just go back to the tree, and rest up."
"Okay." We both got up from the log, I felt my finger prick. "Ow!" I yanked it away. I had cut myself on the tree bark. Blood dripped and fell on the log. It....changed.
"What happened?"
"I-I cut myself, on the log and the blood, it fell on the log. Look what it did Peter." I held my finger and Peter looked at the log, his eye's squinted then seconds later, they widened.
"What the hell....." Seconds later, it was as if a spark of hope fired up inside of Peter. Within a flash, he ripped a nearby dead flower from the ground and placed my finger on it. A drop of blood slid deep within the petals. Suddenly, the flower bloomed. I gasped. Peter stood, stunned...
"You want to go find that rock now?" He nodded slowly and we reversed the trail.

So my blood, it was the cure? But of all people, why me?