Peter Pan Imagines

Remember This Part 4

Nicole POV:
My eyes flickered open and I found myself in the tent again, wait...Where was I before? I was in a treehouse then the forest, then...

"PAN!" I yelled in a rage. I shifted myself off of the pile of fabrics I was placed on and ran to the entrance of the tent. I tried to walk out side and found an invisible barrier enclosing me.

"Good morning Nicole," I turned around and saw Pan behind me smirking mischievously.

"Why am I here and why can't I leave the tent?" My brows furrowed with rage.

"You're here Nicole because I want to see you suffer longer. The tent of course is so I may see every last tear shed from your eyes as you die slowly."

I felt the burning fire of anger run through me as those words rolled off his tongue. He wanted to see me suffer and I hated that! "Why did you keep me alive then? You could've had your fill of your sadistic fantasies already!"

"Sadistic?" He chuckled darkly. "My, my Nicole you have grown your vocabulary, haven't you?" I gritted my teeth. He was playing with me, just like last time.
"No, I want to see it prolonged. Your pain, that is. I'm sure I explained this to you yesterday so I won't repeat myself too much. The point is that you caused me unbearable pain when you left, and I'll give the same to you." A malicious grin crossed his face, "Got it, my sweet?" He went to go and stroke my cheek but I batted his hand away.

Tears began to brim my eyes once I'd realized what he'd done. "Get away from me." I ran toward the tent entrance and pounded my fists against the magical barrier with passion. I had to get out, I had to get out!

"It's no use. You're stuck here until you die. I'll let you enjoy a few minutes of peace by yourself. Get used to it, this is your life now." Pan disappeared in a green cloud of smoke leaving me alone and banging the barrier to the outside.

"Please!" I cried to the air. "LET ME OUT!"
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Several hours had passed since Pan had last talked to me. It was interesting, I could see the camp just outside, but I was able to deduce that there was a sound barrier and perhaps a visual barrier that separated me from them. They couldn't see or hear me, I was alone. I plopped down onto Pan's bed and began to cry. I was going to die here. I shouldn't have taken those magic beans, I shouldn't have taken the bread from him, I should've just looked for my father back in London!

I dragged myself off the bed and began to look around. It was just like when I first left: chests and cabinets of things I wasn't allowed to touch. I then decided I was going to look through them to pass the time away, what was he going to do? Kill me? Too late.

I opened a large wood cabinet near the entrance of the tent and searched through it. I found several peculiar things like gold jewelry and a few expensive silks.
"What would he be doing with these?" I thought. It didn't really matter I suppose, but it did raise the question of what he did in his spare time. I began to look closer at one of the silks and found that it smelt of something familiar, it smelt of my wardrobe! I flipped it over and found my initials stitched into the corner. This was my scarf given to me by Mr. Bearn. He was courting me at the time Peter had first brought me to Neverland. If he was so intent on getting rid of me, why did he keep this?

I looked further into the cabinet and found old photographs of me and my brother at the beach. This was getting stranger and stranger! I began to think that perhaps Pan wasn't fully sane after I left him. I've always known he was a bit crazy, but I must've driven him bloody insane!

Pan and I have always had a complicated past. When I had just turned sixteen, I met him for the first time. My father was experimenting with his occult devises to make money as usual, but we accidentally summoned Pan's shadow in the process.