Dark and cold

Peter Pan?

Skylers POV (In the process of being edited) 
It was a normal night. I mean as normal as it gets for me. I was in my room, curled up with my favorite fairytale, while watching tv with the volume low. I know it might seem strange, me a 16 year old girl, obsessed with fairytales. I had a soft spot for a particular story, one that involved a mythical world known as Neverland that was home to the one and only Peter Pan. The thought of escaping to a new world where I would never be forced to grow up and struggle in adulthood had always appealed to me. Little did I know that the pretty words weaving together the magical adventures of Peter Pan that I held so dear were lies meant to distract me from reality.  

"SKYLER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!" A shrill voice suddenly screamed shattering the fragile peace I had created in my room. The voice was followed by the slam of my bedroom door as my Mother stormed into my bedroom. Her face was flushed red, her shoulders squared, fists clenched. Her composure, mixed with the slight smell of booze wafting from her breath, meant that those closed fists would likely strike me if I wasn't careful with how I handled whatever angered her in the first place.

"Last time I checked nothing." I closed my book quickly and sat up facing my Mother. So much for handling the situation gently

"NOTHING!? IS THAT SO!? YOUR FAILING SCHOOL! STOP BEING SO DAMN STUPID!" She yelled and then proceeded to slap me, hard in fact.

Ya I was abused by my mother. Ever since I was 5. That's when my dad left. After she took a few more blows at my face she thew my textbooks at me and stormed out the door
locking it from the outside.

"UNTILL YOU FINISH YOUR WORK AND BURN THAT DAMN STORYBOOK I AM KEEPING YOU IN HERE!" She yelled storming off.

I didn't usually cry but today was different. Its just sometimes everything is too hard and to much for me to keep bottled up inside. I tried to keep in the sobbs. I kept reminding myself that I'm strong I don't cry. I brought up my hands and fiercely wiped away the tears.

Suddenly there was a sharp knock at my window that made me jump. I turned around to see a shadow outside my window. Litarally a shadow with glowing eyes. What the fuck!! I must be going crazy. I rubbed my eyes but the shadow is still there. This time it's waving me to come over.

As creepy as the shadow is, I don't feel like it wants to harm me. If I run I go back to dealing with my crazy mother but if I takes the shadows hand I have a chance to go on an adventure. I hold up a hand as if telling the shadow to wait and I look at my story book. My Peter Pan story changed!

After I read I closed the book and looked at the shadow with fear. I turned to run but the shadow grabbed me and flew us away. I tried to scream but the noise wouldn't come. I was going to never land. The place I used to dream about going to. And I really didn't want to be there.
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The shadow flew through a portal and dropped me on sand. I sat up wiping the sand off my face and looking around. I was sitting in the beach in the outskirts of the forest. I was in neverland. And Pan knew I was here. Fantastic.
See my storybook showed me that Peter has eyes everywhere on the island. That's all it showed me before the shadow took me. I stood up. Before I even took a step there was a voice behind me.
"Where do you think your going dear?" It asked.
I turned slowly.
There in front of me was a boy my age with dirty brown almost blond hair, green eyes, and a smirk plastered on his face. He was wearing cloughs made of green and brown fabrics.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Peter... Peter Pan." He said his smirk widening....