The Lostgirl

Shadow

Shadow

It was quite cold that night I recall. Quite cold indeed. Sleeping was out of the question because snow had begun to fall and it was too beautiful to miss on this cliché winters night in central London. I loved it there. It was the place I dreamed of everyday as a child and I still dream about it even now. It wasn't the city that made me dream, although it was beautiful, it was the boy with the shadow who I dreamed about.

"Katniss, there is no district 12..." I shut my book enraged with the last line of this god forsaken book. I nearly threw it out the window; instead I put it down nicely, turned on music and sat on my bed. I was in shock. I couldn't handle real life, all I wanted was to dive into the next book in the series, but my attention was taken by a gust of freezing London air. "for gods sake this window is so broken" I ran over to the window and shut it with all of my emotions, no strength was needed just rage.

It was about midnight and I was to emotional to sleep. So instead of getting into my pajamas and into bed, I kept my skinny jeans and Disney sweatshirt on for the duration. I sat by the window and decided to just day dream because what else would a lonely internet addicted teenage girl do. I sat. I was waiting for nothing.

I had almost dozed off when all of a sudden I heard a rustling. Not just any noise here and there, but an honest to god knocking over oh probably something I hadn't put away. I jumped, and then froze. Every thought I had ever had about an intruder ran through my head. I did nothing. I didn't run, I didn't hide I didn't even blink. Until I saw my light come on. I whipped my head around to see nothing but my light. No person no scary man in a mask. Just my room, my sanctuary of thought, a place. I decided to not look away and that's when I saw it. A black mass tip toeing on the wall, a silhouette of a boy. How odd I thought, trying not to cry from fear. I looked over and it was there, just standing, nearly posing. I cocked my head and it didn't move. "What the-"

My window opened wide and I was knocked off landing on the floor into a heap of confusion and fear. I laid there, waiting for the dream to be over, waiting for my mother to rush in and make sure I was alright. But nothing happened. I just laid there. The noise stopped, the room was silent. You could have heard a pin drop I shit you not. Eyes closed tight I sat up not wanting to see what was in my room, what had opened the window, but I opened my eyes. The light was off. And to my surprise there was a boy, sitting on my bed reading a book. A boy. Reading my book.

I ran over to the boy and yanked the book out of his hands. "You can't read this, this is sacred and full of emotions. Number 2 who are you and get out." It was dark, I couldn't see his face but I didn't want to call the cops or cause an unneeded ruckus that had probably already been heard. He looked at the light which was off now, then he looked at me. He said nothing. Just looked at me. His eyes sparkled evergreens and hazel brown all mixed like the beginning of fall. I couldn't get myself to pull away. He turned on the light. When he did, I stumbled back. Managing to trip over a pile of books and falling backwards but not breaking eye contact. "no" I whispered. It couldn't be. There is no way in hell this is happening. I shut my eyes. I opened them and he was now by the window, sitting where I once was daydreaming about things that could never happen. This was no daydream, this was a fantasy no other knew was true.

He was looking out the window into the cold night when I realized he didn't have much on besides green pants and a strap which looked like it was made of leaves. Shocker. I looked up from the mess of books I was laying in and realized the book at my feet was in fact peter pan. "Peter Pan, " I mumbled. I looked at the boy and found he was looking at me, he looked at the book at my feet and walked over to pick it up. "Is this good?" he asked in a very curious tone. "Erm, its one of the best stories of all, it is adventure and romance and comedy and its my favorite" I managed to spill out in one breath. "So that means im your favourite?" He glanced at me. I nodded an exaggerated nod. "What a pleasure it is my lady" Another exaggerated nod escaped from my muscles. "Your... Pe... Peter." "The leader of the lost boys and protector of Neverland himself" A smile escaped his face, he was so proud of his noble title he couldn't stand to not show it off. I laughed in shock and the fact he was so enthralled by himself he did not realize the light had come back on and his shadow was making fun of him.

The shadow managed to knock over a small pile of CDs I had at the foot of my bed and peter turned around instantly and caught the shadow by the foot. He dragged it over so it was flat on the floor and he laid face done on top of the shadow. The commotion was over and all was calm. I was living a fucking fairytale. I don't mean an overrated Taylor swift song I mean I was literally playing Wendy in a classis Disney film peter pan. "Is this a normal thing?" I ask casually as if we had known each other for years. "Yeah" he replied, "The stitching comes out sometimes, an old friend taught me how to do it myself but I usually pick the less painful option and sit on it" I laughed. He didn't seem real. His strawberry blond hair and light freckles only made his eyes glimmer more. They were so green it was unreal.

He seemed fragile at first but then I realized the muscles he had were not to be tampered with. I found myself still sitting in the pile of books and he put out his hand "My lady," with no hesitation I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up with no struggle at all. As I stood up I didn't let go of his hand and he didn't let go of mine. I stared into his evergreen eyes "Im Ella," he gazed into my grey eyes and shook my hand "pleasure to meet you girl" I never quite understood why he called me girl seconds after I told him my name, but it set me apart it seemed, I made sure not to overthink it. He was so warm, I stood so close to him, I was shaking hands with Peter Pan.. And he was radiating and I didn't want to let go. But I did, reluctantly at that.

"Thank you for making sure my shadow didn't go anywhere, if it had gotten away I don't know what I would have done," "Would you have cried boy?" I said with a smirk on my face. "I do not cry girl" He said with an exaggerated tone "it was once when I did not know what to do" He faced the other way hiding his disappointed expression. I didn't move towards him, I stood there questioning every moral, every story and everything that had ever occurred in my life time. "Are you real?" I asked, not knowing what else to say. He turned around and cocked his head at me. Eyes locked he rose from my hardwood floor and into the air landing inches from my face. "Real yet?" He smiled and backed away. "Do you want to go? Because it's too cold for me here and the fairies are probably wondering where I am" I was stunned. Ella, this is a fucking fictional character from a story a billion years ago. You are going to jump out of your window which just so happens to be 3 stories up and land in a pit of snow and ice? "Sure"