Peter Pan Ouat Imagines (ON HOLD)

New Boy

I usually do Female Reader x Peter Pan but today it's Male Reader x Peter Pan, enjoy!
Requested by: @oreo799
(Y/N)= Your Name
(H/C)= Hair Colour
(H/L)= Hair Length
Words= 2142

You.
You.
You you you you you.
That's all it was pointing to, you.

"Get out!" She'd yell, trembling the timber walls with her tone, "You don't belong here, disgrace!"

Today was worse. Today, she told your Father.

•. •. •. •. •.

"Mum..?" You peered down the corridor, slowly padding along the carpet floor. Once you made it to the end you peeked to the left into the kitchen. Not there. Then, to your right, into the living room.

There she is.

You paused, well knowing that she would be a hysterical heap on the leather couch. "Mum?" You repeated, "Are you okay?" You didn't like her, not one bit, but, despite her ways, she was still your blood... Family...

"Go.. away." Her voice cracked. It was like hearing I've slowly start to separate beneath your feet. The feeling it gives: terror, pain, adrenaline, it never goes away, and you never get use to it.

Before walking back to your room you noticed your Father drenched over the stone island clutching a glass of non-alcoholic wine.

"Pansy." You mumbled. Your family was very, very religious. You weren't about to bash them for that because you didn't care about what they believed in.

Oh, except for that one part.

You were gay.

You walked further down, to the end of the hallway, dragging your hand along the faded wood. "I hate it here."

Once you got to your room it was strait to bed with you, well, except you didn't sleep. It was the constant insomnia that kept you awake. So, you read.

Thirty minutes.

Forty.

Fifty.

One hour.

Two.

Three.

Time seems to pass slowly for you, no matter how many times you try to 'sleep it off' or 'recharge' or do one of those things that old people do when they just 'rest their eyes' but end up taking a nap, it doesn't help. And unlike any other people battling this eye stinging illness, you gave in.

You let the painful feeling of awake keep you up.

A light tap on the thin bedroom door rattled the words you were processing and ripped you from an alternate reality where you could sink to the bottom of the ocean and find a forest filled with animals readied to greet you with open arms.

The door creaked and when it seem life couldn't go by any slower, times seemed to be stopped, although it wasn't, it sure as hell felt that way.

"Hi, M-"

"Out." Her voice was solemn, but harsh with every sound it made.