you are mine

chapter 5

chapter 5

   Nash had been carrying me through forest for about thirty minutes, when I finally spoke "you know Peter is gonna kill you right?"

"Shutup bitch." He glares at me. I swallow, and fight the urge to dig my fingers into his eyes and pull them out slowly and painfully. I smile at the fantasy of hurting him. "What are you smiling at?" He asks annoyance in his deep voice. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." He looks at me skeptically, but just shrugs it off. "Why are you doing this?" I ask curiosity getting the better of me. "I mean what did Peter do to you, that involves me?"  He is silent for a moment before he takes a shakey breath. "Five years ago Peter Pan came to my home in North Carolina, demanding one of my brothers return with him to Neverland. We all refused, he became angry and he tried to take my little brother Hayes. Hayes was terrified, he was screaming for help, but Peter was to strong and I couldn't get him to release Hayes. Skylnn my little sister woke up and came running in. As soon as she saw Peter hurting Hayes she started screaming for help. Peter was mad at her outburst and the next thing I knew she was lying on the ground with blood all over her face. Peter had taken away her eyesight and her eyes were covered in blood, she was only four. I tried to make him stop, my screaming managed to wake my older brother Will up. Will came rushing in and Peter killed him on the spot. He pulled his heart out and crushed it." Nash pauses for a second, then continues. "I volenteered in Hayes place and he let Hayes go and took me. I've  been here ever since." I look up at him, his bright blue are glassy, and I feel his hands shake. I gently touch his face, he jumps at the contact and pulls away. I let hand my drop. "That shouldn't of happened, I'm sorry." He mumbles something, before his face hardens leaving no emotion on it. "In order for me to get revenge, I will take what means the most to him: you. Then he can understand my pain. Feel the grief of losing someone that means everything to him, so that he can fall into the darkness I fell into. The type of darkness that drowns out the soul, rips away at you till there's nothing left, but the agony remains it never leaves. It stabs at you everyday reminding you that all that matters to you is gone, that only pain remains. It will leave him begging for death so that he can forget the pain, but what he won't realize is that he can't forget unless he forgets himself, and if he forgets himself he forgets you. And losing you is far worse than the pain."