Neverland and Peter Pan

Chapter 9

When Peter arrived back at the tent, he didn't speak a word to me, I was asleep. But I was having a lucid dream. Sensing him all aroung me. He sat on that couch beside the bed and stared at me. Just sat there staring at me. It was kind of creepy if you ask me, but I was more curious to knowing what he was thinking. Peter got up from the couch and sat on one side of the bed, still looking at me. He put his hand on my head gently and removed some hair from my face. Leaning in he whispered,

"Goodnight my Lily. I'm sorry if I frightened you. I can't allow myself to hurt you. I'm getting better so you'll be safe, I'm making sure of that."

Peter leaned in further and kissed my forehead. Damn Gabriel, maybe Peter isn't falling for me. I hoped he was only expressing. But the expression on his face was proving otherwise. Peter didn't leave the bed, instead he laid down beside me. He looked at my face and closed his eyes, falling asleep. He looked so so tired, I wanted to put my hand on his arm. I saw that my body stared moving, my arm moving closer to him. Thankfully it stopped short of it's destination. Then my lucid dream stopped and a real one began.

This dream was of me, in a purple gothic dress. I lay on the dark brown dirt in the woods of Neverland. I looked like I was sleeping, but I didn't look like I was breathing. Then I saw Peter beside my. He was on his knees sobbing. He grabbed me and held on tightly. Peter was so sad and crying, but I saw that sadness turn to anger and the sky turned into night time. It got so dark I could barely see his figure. He still held me and his sobbs ceased as his teeth clenched. Peter's eyes were no longer green, they were black, blacker than the faries. I heard a song start. Balmorhea- The Winter. Everything around us brightened to reveal a frost now covered the entire island. Peter was shaking, and started saying,

"Come back....come back....you promised....I changed...we were happy....so happy....you can't leave...I just got you....I was finally free....we were together....I need you...don't leave me...you made it all better.....I still need you...I love you....I love you....I love you"

Peter looked at my still face, I wasn't moving. He kissed my forehead and he rocked me in his arms. It felt so real. Then he kissed my cheek, I literaly felt like I was crying. My body's eyes were crying and Peter kissed my lips. Everything froze. Peter with me in his arms, kissing me. Everything was frozen.

That's when I woke up to Peter shaking me awake. I sat up in a panic. He looked at me concerned, my eyes were watery. He shouldn't be this close to me.

"What happened?" I said wiping my eyes and cheeks.

"I don't know, I woke up and went out to check on the lost boys, when I came back you were tossing around and crying in your sleep." 

"Sorry, rough dream." 

That was all I could muster to try and sway him to leave me alone sooner.

"Must've been a nightmare. You can tell me about it."

I hesitated. Opening up to someone is new to me. Opening up to someone you just saw confessing their love for you in a dream is hella awkward.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Peter sat cross-legged beside me as I thought once more if I should even open up to him when he posses a threat to me. In the end, my need to have someone listen overrode my caution. 

"Well, I think it was a premonition. Peter I was dead. I was in this purple gothic dress, it was so me, but I in the middle of the woods laying there. I looked like I was alseep, but I wasn't breathing. Then you were there...."

"What happened? Did I do something bad? I didn't kill you, did I?" Peter was anxious and very worried. He was trying to hide it but I could see it in his eyes, he was scared of what he did in my dream.