Neverland (Completed)

Chapter 24

Ali's POV

My eyes open slowly, I groaned in pain. My body ached and I felt so light, as if I were floating.
"Allison!" Someone called I sit up slowly, the pain was intense. I felt so achy and cold. I rub my eyes to get the blur out of my vision.
I jump and scream so loud my ears almost burst, once I opened my eyes. With a thud I was on the floor, I cry out in pain, my body ached and hurt so much. A figure stood above, tall and dark. They held a dim candle in front of them, the light was so dim I couldn't see their face. I crawl backwards until my hand hit something stiff, it felt like a twig. I grab onto it and look down at what I'm holding onto.
I froze in fear, was this a hand?! I follow the hand to under the bed I was on. I move so quick my head was dizzy, I screamed till my lungs grew tired.
Hands gripped onto my shoulders, they shook me weakly.
"Allison, it's ok! It's me, Peter!" The person that held onto me spoke. My scream abruptly stopped when a hand covered my mouth. "Stop screaming."
The person lifts the candle close to their face. I stare at the familiar person, he backs away and looks back at me. I'd recognize that frown anywhere.
"Peter." I breath out a scratchy sound, my throat hurt as much as my whole body.
"You're finally awake. I was trying to wake you up but you didn't..." I interrupt Peter by hitting his shoulder hard. "Ow! What was that for!?"
"That was for giving me a heart attack you idiot!!" I yelled at him, he held his shoulder and glared at me. I look at the presumed dead body under the bed. Peter looks at my horrified expression and looked in the direction I was.
"That's why I wanted to wake you." He stood up, and gives me a hand to get up. "It's Joseph."
My head quickly turns to look at Peter, then back at the body. "You're joking."
He shook his head looking at the ground, "I'm afraid I'm not. I was looking around when I saw you on the cot, and then I saw the body underneath."
"What happened to him?" I weakly ask, when I didn't get an answer I asked more questions.
"Where are we? How did we get here? I don't recognize this place at all." I look around hugging my arms close to me.
"My guess is as good as yours." Peter comments as he walks away, I follow closely behind. We walked down a stairway and into a sun lit home. Peter set the candle, he held, on the shelf above the fireplace, in the living room.
We were in an old cabin, something you'd see in a horror movie. Dust and cobwebs every where, old, rusty and raggy furniture, dirty windows and creaky floorboards.
This place give me the creeps, I followed Peter close behind as we searched the cabin.
"I don't like this place." I tell Peter as I inch closer to him.

"I don't either. We need to leave soon, I feel a bad vibe here." Peter walks towards a room slowly, I follow. The only furniture found in the room was a rotted bed, in the center of the room. I shrink back in disgust.
"I woke up in this room." Peter told me, he turns and walks out of the room, disgust ran across his face. Gross, I feel bad for him, he had to lay in that bed.
The floors squealed as we walked everywhere in the house, checking for something we could use.
"Let's check the back door, the front door is broken." He said, I stand behind him as he checks the back door. There was no handle to the door, it was broken off.
"The front door is the same way, someone really doesn't want us to leave." He glanced back at me with worry. I look out the window and notice it getting darker outside.
"It's going to be night soon. What do we do?" I urge. He thinks for a moment.
"We'll stay for the night but we're leaving immediately when we wake up. I think it's safer in here at night than out there." Hesitantly I nod.
"I'm not going to sleep for a while, since I just woke up." I look at Peter, he nods.
"Same here." He walks past me and looks at the empty fire place. I glance a the pile of wood next to him.
"Peter." I kneel next to the wood, examining it. "Peter, where'd this wood come from?"
He grabs a log and analyses it. He sniffs the bark and sets it on the ground, puzzled.
"This is newly chopped wood." He grabs paper, that was right next the the pile of wood. "This is really weird."
"I'm getting freaked out now." I say stepping backwards slightly.
"I think we'll be okay." He says in a low tone, grabbing the wood and a handful of paper lighting it with the candle. He stands back, after making the fire, and looks at me. He holds onto the candle, "I'm going back upstairs. You can stay down here by the fire."
"Why are you going back upstairs?" I question. He starts to walk upstairs, ignoring my question.
"I'll be right back." He says over his shoulder. I sit by the fire, hugging my knees to my chest. Several minutes later, Peter comes back with a grim look. I stare up at him in awe, he looks as if he just saw a ghost.
"Are you ok?" I worry, he sits next to me and warms his hands.
"Joseph's been dead for weeks." He says without looking at me. My heart drops into my stomach, I stare at Peter in shock.
"But I saw him a few days ago." I mumbled
"It wasn't Joseph." Peter scratched his head, I shiver from fear.
"That creature looked just like him, it led me in the woods and nearly killed me." Peter stays quiet, thinking. I shiver from the cold, I scoot closer to the fire.
"What if that thing that killed Joseph comes back?" I try my best to control my urge to cry. I was so scared, I don't want to end up like Joseph. A hand rests on my shoulder gently.
"It'll be okay, we'll get out of here alive." I look at Peter, his face looks so gentle, I knew he'd look much more handsome without that frown. I look down at the ground and nod. I hope we do get out alive, I hug my knees closer.
"Stop crying." Peter frowns at me, I reach for my cheek and feel a tear fall down. I had no idea I was crying.
"Sorry." I mutter, I look away. His attention is set on poking the fire. I think for a moment, Peter and I are stuck together for a while, and we don't get along very well. But my mission is to get closer to him, and that's what I'll do. I can't help but think this is Thomas' doing, but since he's trapped it could just be a coincidence. I sigh loudly, not realizing how loud it was.
"What's wrong?" Peter grumbles, I look in his direction.
"Nothing." I say as I look away again. He lets out a sigh.
"Listen, I know we don't get along, but we need to get along in order to survive. Got it?" He tells me, I nod in agreement. "How are you feeling, when you woke up you looked like you were in pain."
"I am in pain, but I'll be fine. Are you okay?" I ask him back. He lays on the cold ground, facing up.
"I'm fine. I'll be better once we get back home." He turns his back to me. I look back at the fire.
A couple hours later the fire was almost out. I was tired of feeding it, and I was exhausted. It feels like I was hit by a truck. Peter was lightly snoring, I watched him toss and turn.
I notice whenever he moves onto his right side, his face shows pain. Maybe he's not fine like I hoped.
I lay down, with my back facing him, I was cold so I scooted a little closer to the coals to gather some warmth. I close my eyes and accept the sleep I badly needed.
I wake up for what felt like an hour later, the fire had gone out and yet I felt warm. An arm was draped around my waist, and I was using another arm as a pillow. My back was touching his chest, and I felt his warm ragged breath on my neck.
My face grew really warm when I realized who it was. The only living person I was with in this house. I couldn't move, and honestly I didn't want to. I felt so safe and warm that I fell asleep again.