The Games - A PP OUAT Fanfiction

Thirty-Six.

36/36 (last chapter!!)

I have sorted every single person I have ever met into one of seven groups.

One: Sluty.

Two: Perky.

Three: Concieded/Self-Centered.

Four: Easily Deceived.

Five: Mysterious.

Six: Complete and Total Monster.

Seven: Emotional.

If I've learned one thing from my time in Neverland, it's definitely this: Sometimes a person can change.

"I'm not lost. You know that. So why am I here?"

I had never gotten a straight answer. Apparently, it was implied.

It is still a few minutes to midnight.

I lay on my bed, waiting for Pan to come. As I wait, I think back. Think back on how my last moments of my last day with my non-blood-related family were.

How my last moments with my best friends were.

How my last moments on Neverland were.

The darkness drew closer and closer with every second that slipped away. We weren't sure what to say. What to do.

Jonathan had his arm around Mikah's shoulders and Mikah was holding my hand. We all just sort of leaned on each other and stared at the fire.

Finally the silence was too much.

I stood up. "If we're about to die, we shouldn't just sit around and wait for it to happen." I looked down at them. They just looked confused. "I'll tell you my story." I looked at the fire.

I wasn't used to telling people my story. Not out of will, anyways. The only reason I ever told people was because a lot of people asked how I didn't fall asleep in first period. Apparently I was the only person who didn't. I had to explain my insomnia, and then I had to explain that I had gotten into a car crash when I was twelve. I never just randomly told people.

"When I was twelve years old," I began, "I went on a trip to America with my Uncle. It was a hunting trip. We went to the Ozark Mountain region of Arkansas, seeing as how there was tons of huntable wildlife there.

"We stayed there for a whole summer, and I have never had more fun." I hadn't realized I was smiling until it melted and my eyes began to pool. Mikah took my hand again, but I hardly noticed. I was having a flashback.

"We were three miles from my parents' flat. It was four in the morning.

"My uncle was asking me what my favorite part of the trip was. I had barely said two words before...." I squeezed my eyes closed as the headlights blinded me. When I opened them, I was staring into the fire again.

Six tears fell.

"A semi truck driver fell asleep at the wheel. Crashed right into us. At least, that's what people tell me. The only thing I remember is the headlights, a very loud noise, my seat belt suddenly breaking, and my head going through the windshield. It...."

I wiped my tears and continued. "I was in a coma for three months." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mikah cover her hand with her mouth. "That's why I have insomnia. That's why I have such good memory. Because my head went right into the grill of the truck.

"I should've died," I whispered, closing my eyes. "But I didn't. And my uncle... He did."

Mikah stood and wrapped her arms around me. I returned the gesture. Jonathan joined after a moment.