Neverland

Chapter 6

I didn’t sleep well that night, with my legs tucked up into my chest, and my breath coming fast and heavy.

I felt so betrayed.

I know I’d only known Peter for a couple days, but you’d think I’d have been able to know he was evil. I’d had no idea, and it was scary to know how something like that could simply go unnoticed.

I woke up the next morning in a tangle of sheets. The sun was streaming in through the window, but I continued to lie in bed. I didn’t want to see anyone on this God damned Island. I just wanted off. I almost wished I’d gone with Hook when I had the chance.

A nock sounded at my door, but I didn’t move to get it, I simply picked up my crossbow and aimed it at the door. What would I do without this thing?

“Kate?” asked a gentle voice, and my heart softened.

“Hey, Socks,” I said quietly as I opened the door. He smiled sadly up at me, “Are you ok?” he asked. I shrugged, “I’ve been better.” He held out a bowl of something that actually smelled good. I assumed Pan hadn’t made it. “Here,” he said, “Pan said you’d be hungry, but you wouldn’t want to talk to him.” “Well,” I said in a barely audible whisper, “He was right about that.” I was hungry, and I sure as hell didn’t want to talk to him, much less see him, but I was happy that he respected that. “Thanks, Socks,” I smiled at him. “You’re welcome,” and just like that, he was gone.

I sat down at my small table to eat it. I might have distrusted Pan, but I realized I hadn’t eaten in two days, and my stomach tended to be stronger than my anger. There was another nock at my door, and I got up to answer it,

“Socks, what do you want this-” I looked up, and Socks was not the one standing in front of me.

“You’re a girl,” I stammered at the tall female standing on my landing. She smiled,

“Not exactly,” She smiled sadly, leaned in, and whispered, “Let’s just say I used to have wings.” She winked at me. “You mean you’re a fairy?” I asked slightly dumbfounded. She nodded. “Wait, what happened to your wings?” I shook my head confused. “It’s a long story,” she shrugged, “It’s only been about a month, but I’m getting used to not having them.” Her voice held so much sadness, and a bit of resentment. I took the hint and dropped the subject. “I’m Kate,” I extended my hand to her. She smiled and shook it, “Tinkerbell.”

We sat down at my table. “So,” she started, “I heard you just now realized the truth about Pan.” She said. I was silent. “Yeah, well he and I have never… gotten along, exactly," she continued, "Basically he leaves me alone, and I return the favor.” I nodded, “Sounds nice.”

She looked at me, and suddenly her eyebrows shot up, “Oh my gosh! You’ve got a thing for him! Oh I just love seeing people in-” she faded out, her sudden burst of energy extinguished. “What is it?” I asked. She shook her head, “It’s nothing. I almost forgot for a second that I'd lost my powers for helping someone in love.” “Well that’s just unreasonable,” I said, “Why on earth would they take your powers away for trying to help someone?” “Well, I wasn’t exactly supposed to be using pixie dust at the time,” she said, tracing the grain of the table. “Still,” I muttered, not really knowing what else to say. The mood had drifted into a melancholy state, and I began to wish for a new conversation topic. “Oh,” said Tinkerbell suddenly, “I almost forgot the reason I came here in the first place! I meant to give you these.” She held out a carefully wrapped package, which I took gently. “What is it?” I asked, confused. “Just open it.”

Inside, I found a short, olive green sweater dress, a pair of darker green leggings, and a thick, tan belt with lots of loops for holding things. “What’s this for?” I couldn’t understand why she was giving me anything. She smiled, “It’s part of my agreement with Pan, He leaves me alone, and I make clothes for his lost boys, or in this case,” she gestured to me, “Lost girl.” I shook my head, “I’m not a ‘Lost Girl’.” “But aren’t you though?” she asked, “The Shadow brought you here, did it not?”