Angel (Peter Pan Fanfic)

The Tour of Neverland

Day 21

Lyla gasped as she bolted wide awake in her bed. Her heart was racing and the girl was shaking from the aftermath of her nightmare. She curled up against her headboard, knees to chest, trying to calm down. Deep breaths, Deep breathes. You're fine. You're okay.

Lyla had suffered from nightmares her whole life, but never this badly or frequently. For the past 21 days, Lyla has had a nightmare every night. That's right I've been on this Island for 21 whole days... Lyla thought. She made a new notch in a wood panel under her bed to mark the 21st day.

The petite Lost Girl rubbed her eyes, knowing she couldn't go back to sleep after a nightmare. She pushed herself up and padded over to her closet. She dressed in cropped black leggings, a green t-shirt, black jacket, and her lightweight, dark brown boots. She entered the bathroom to wash her face, brush her teeth, etc. etc. she French braided her hair while she was in there.

Lyla stared at herself in the mirror. She was a little bit thinner than she was when she'd got to Neverland and her lack of restful sleep was beginning to show. She had a little bit of purpley blue under her eyes. It was starting to show how being in Neverland wasn't too good for her. But at least it wasn't too obvious. Yet.

However, all her bruises had faded, which the teen girl was very happy about. She didn't like to be reminded of how weak she had been.

Satisfied with her appearance and hygiene, Lyla exited her treehouse and trekked to camp. Outside it was still pitch dark. Dawn was about an hour away. Lyla sighed in discontent, knowing that if she wasn't plagued by nightmares, she would be sleeping right now.

The teenage girl sat down at the dining table and grabbed some toast and some fruit, with a glass of water. It was meager, but lately Lyla wasn't able to keep much down and thus wasn't eating very much. After she finished her breakfast Lyla simply sat at the dining table, lost in her thoughts.

Lyla jumped in alarm as Peter Pan sat next to her. She looked at him bewildered. Pan hadn't spoken to Lyla in two weeks. He couldn't even look her in the eyes. Not since the 'escape attempt'. They had both actively avoided each other after she'd left his treehouse the morning after he'd let her out of her cage. Lyla hoped in her heart that he avoided her because he was overcome by guilt and was ashamed of himself. He should be horrified with himself for how he'd delighted in her fear and pain that he caused. But Lyla knew in her brain he wouldn't. Demons don't feel regret.

If Lyla was being honest with herself, she was glad that Pan had been avoiding her so avidly. She was still frightened by him and the girl was so ashamed of how weak she had been. She was so incredibly ashamed of herself for crying in fear and pain because of the boy that was now sitting next to her. Even now, two weeks later, Lyla felt hot shame and fear bubbling up inside her, burning her from the inside out.

Pan cleared his throat and stated nonchalantly," We're going on a tour of Neverland today, like we were supposed to when you first arrived."

Lyla simply nodded in understanding. She fumbled with her hands on top of the dining table and that nagging little guilt squeezed his heart. She was scared of him and he knew it was his fault after his reckless/thoughtless behavior when he put her in a cage, setting her up to be pummeled by Michael, etc. He didn't know why he was a bit bothered that she was afraid of him. Everyone was afraid of him. Or at least should be.

Pan sat along with her at the lonely dining table for sometime. Just sitting there, neither of them saying anything. Lyla breathed shallowly, afraid to disturb the tentative peace. The silence was tense at first from the Lost Girl's fear, but it eased as she became more comfortable around him. Only because she was convinced he would have hurt her by now if he was going too.