Peter Pan Imagines

Remember This!

"Get out" I screamed. "Get out of my room! Fly away! I never want to see you again!" Peter looked hurt, as if his heart had shattered into a million bits.

"Fine then Nicole!" He was about to fly off until he glanced at me over his shoulder. "But remember this, Neverland is your home. You will return to me!" Peter flew off into the night and never came back. That was the last time I'd see him...or so I thought.
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"Good Morning Miss Nicole. Shall I tell your mother that you're going out today?" Mr. Walters walked out from the kitchen holding a tea tray full of scones. He was our butler that we had just hired to help around the house after my father's disappearance.

"No. Thank you Mr. Walters. I'm going down to the offices today to meet with Detective Simmons." I ate my scone bit by bit but never fully enjoyed it. My nervousness kept me from tasting the sweet flaky crust. I was terribly worried that the more I searched for my father, the less I would find. I hired Detective Simmons to help me with finding father's whereabouts.

"Miss Nicole you've gone down to Detective Simmons everyday this week for multiple hours. You've been neglecting your studies!" He was right. I hadn't touched my arithmetic homework for a week.

"This is more important don't you think?" I huffed. In my exasperation I felt tiny teardrops cloud my vision slightly. This had me extremely high strung and I don't know how much more I could take.

"I'll see you in a few hours Mr. Walters." I brushed the crumbs off of my skirt and grabbed my raincoat. My short curled hair began to get frizzy in the morning haze. I promptly walked to the entry hall and slipped on my leather gloves to shade from the mid-fall chill. As I clutched my umbrella tightly, I let out a sigh. The sight of the rain on the pavement made me want to retreat inside, to give up. I fought this ambition and trotted out into the rain. Each droplet patterned down upon my umbrella and cooled the air. As I walked, I kicked up little puddles of water under my heels as I made a full rotation of my foot gracefully: toes first, stride forward, lift heel when you've completed your step. This repetitive motion relaxed me. Over and over I'd focus on how I was walking, just as I used to when I was little.

"Nicole, meet your Aunt Marjorie. She'll be your guardian for the summer months" I hid behind my father.

"But I don't like Aunt Marjorie! She's scary!"

"Nicole." My Aunt sneered nastily at me as my father picked me up.

"It won't be all that bad sweetheart." My father grinned. "If you ever feel afraid, just keep a beat in your mind. Find a motion to repeat to clear your head. Things become much easier when you have a clear mind Nicole."

So I found footsteps the best way to clear my head. One foot in front of the other, nothing difficult. Keep the tempo and keep your mind steady. That was the way, until today when my footing became uneasy. The tempo of my thoughts went from angry to scared and back to sad. Nothing was right about today. The heartbeat of my life had started to become unsteady three years ago when I met...him.

"Oh my!" As I dozed off into my thoughts I found that I had tripped onto the cold wet pavement. "Ow!" I looked down at my hand and found that it was bleeding slightly. The water on the pavement made it look as if my hand was bleeding terribly but it was only a few little scrapes. Unwittingly I wiped my hand onto my light blue skirt thus staining it with droplets of red. "Ugh, what a mess!"

"Miss are you alright?" A shopkeeper walked up to me in a concerned fashion.

"Yes I'm alright. Sorry to make you walk into the rain like this." My cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

"Not a problem at all Miss. I quite like the rain." He helped me up and opened my umbrella for me. "Here, you'll need this." He handed me my umbrella and as he laid the handle in my hand, he left what looked like a bean in my hand as well.

"Sir, what's this?" I picked up the small greenish bean and examined it.

"Find your father Miss." He closed my hand around the bean and vanished into thin air.

"Wait!" I looked about to see if this was smoke and mirrors. Nothing. "Excuse me did you see that shopkeeper who helped me?" I asked people on the streets in front of me and behind me. All replied that they hadn't seen a shopkeeper at all.

"Funny," I laughed to myself. "What a strange man. Find my father, what was that all about?" I rotated the bean in my palm. "Still," I shook my head. "No, it's just a bean. Nothing more." I dropped the bean into my leather glove for safe keeping. I had no pockets or satchels with me so it had to do.

I made it to the Detective's office. The stone building was soaked with rainwater and looked just as depressing as the prison. As I walked into the lobby, I heard lots of yelling and crying, Detective Simmons was handling a rougher case today. "Perhaps I should come back later. My case can wait." I walked out the door and once again into the rain. As I strolled I noticed a small fountain nearby. It was peaceful in the gloom around it. I stood in front of the fountain and removed my gloves, it was still quite humid out and my hands were becoming sweaty underneath the hot leather. As I removed the glove with the bean, I dropped it into the water accidentally and it floated to the bottom.

"Oh dear!" I exclaimed as I reached into the fountain to fish it out. Just as I had grabbed hold of it, I was sucked downward into the fountain. "Help! Help!" It was of no use. I was pulled down before I could make any sustainable cry for help. I felt the water rush around me and pull me further and further downward. When I would reach the bottom, I had no idea. Finally after what felt like years of falling, I plunged into a great ocean. The salt water stung my eyes and I had to swim lest I sunk all the way to the bottom. I gasped for air when I reached the top and found myself on the coast of an island, a large one at that. I tried my hardest to pull myself onto the the sand as I fought against my heavy cotton clothing. Once I had reached the shore, I only wore my dress slip and my undergarments. How embarrassing!

"Wh-where am I?" I called to the air. No answer, I must be alone. Then the smell hit me, the familiar scent of saltwater and tropical flowers. No, this can't be! I couldn't have returned.

"Welcome back my sweet." A voice rung around where I laid. "I told you that you'd return to me..." A sinister laugh filled the air and I fainted from fright. I was back.
Returned to Neverland.

Ooooh! Loved writing this chapter! Should I continue it? What do you guys think? Please tell me in the comments and leave a vote if you liked it!
-MasterOfTheSevenSeas