Of All The Lost Things

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Wendy's POV

I almost kissed Peter Pan. Peter Pan! I needed to get off this island. I also needed a plan. But he was the one that walked away from our almost-kiss. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to kiss me. Or at least, I thought I did. It certainly seemed like he was flirting with me.

I stood in the shower and closed my eyes, desperately trying to think of something I can do to go home. I mean, why would he even want to keep me here? Maybe I could just ask him to let me leave. But he wouldn't let me, that was impossible. Then again, he'd almost let me kiss him. So maybe not impossible. Just a little unlikely.

With my mind racing, I turned off the shower and dried myself off. I suddenly felt tired. I remembered that I hadn't slept since the night before the shadow came to my house. I imagined my favorite pyjamas, an old blue tank top and a pair of blue sweatpants, just like Peter said to. I concentrated on how they felt, how worn out they were from all the nights I slept in them, and the sky blue they were. I heard the sound of cloth dropping on the floor. I opened my eyes to see my pyjamas at my feet. I smiled to myself and put them on.

I peeked in the mirror. My hair was wet. I imagined it dry and pretty and soft. I closed my eyes and sure enough, I felt the weight of the water disappear. I opened my eyes and saw my blond hair falling in perfect curls. As I turned toward the door, I listened for Peter. I didn't hear anything, so I slowly opened the door. He wasn't there. I was a little disappointed, but I told myself it was only because I wanted to ask him if I could go home. I looked around. He probably wouldn't be too mad if I slept in his bed, he would be fine on the floor. I jumped into his bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. As soon as I fell asleep, the nightmare began.

I was running as fast as I could through the streets of London, and the shadow was chasing me. It flew through the air, and I could feel the wind it made blowing against my back. If the shadow caught me, I would never see my family again. But it was fast, too fast. The shadow's darkness crept up behind me, slowly swallowing me in a sea of screams.

Peter's POV

I sat in my thinking tree until it was dark. Then I figured I should go back to my cabin to see how Lucy was doing. I climbed down and made my way back to camp.

I opened the door to my cabin to find Lucy asleep on my bed. I walked over and looked down at her. Then, it occurred to me that I could look inside her thoughts to find out about her. I searched for the ones of me, and found out that her real name was Wendy Darling and that she thought I was hot. I laughed softly. I was beginning to like her. She had some nerve. Smirking to myself, I slid in bed right next to her so our whole bodies were touching. Wendy had probably expected me to sleep on the floor. I put an arm over her shoulders, and fell asleep immediately.

Wendy's POV

I couldn't see anything inside the screams, but I could feel the shadow's menacing presence. I tried to move, but I couldn't. The shadow had gotten me. I was scared, so scared. Somehow, I knew it wouldn't kill me. Oh no, it had better things planned.

Torture you, rip you, use you, break you, but that is only the beginning.

I suddenly felt something warm invading the biting cold of the screams. It fought them off, and they slowly receded. Then I realized what happened. That last part of my dream? That wasn't me. That was someone, no, something else. That was the shadow. My eyes shot open, and I noticed two things at once. First, it was morning. Second, the warm thing that had fought off the screams was not in my dream. He was right next to me with one arm thrown over my shoulders, and my face was right next to his face. Our legs were tangled together and one of my hands was up against his rock hard abs. Peter gave me that devilish grin I was beginning to like quite a bit.