The Real Peter Pan

• Chapter 10 •

"Settle down with me, and I'll be your safety."

-Ed Sheeran

"Brennan, you are not psychotic!" Peter clenches.

"I- I never knew what it was called..."

He steps forward towards me, squeezing them tighter in his hands. "Haldol is a medication for people who are completely insane! Who in the right mind would give you this? This stuff could kill you if you didn't need it!"

I hang my head. "My parents believe I am."

"Why the hell would they think that?"

I don't reply. Instead a tear escaped the safety of my cheeks and drips to the floor.

Peter places his hand on my shoulder comforting. "Brennan you can trust me."

Trust.

Well screw it. He's already gotten this far.

"My sophomore year, my 'friends' got me addicted to- drugs. It was only about a week before my parents found out. Not long after, someone broke into my bedroom. It was in the middle in the night and as I was screaming for help; the burglar escaped through the window-" I pause. "-and strangely, that's how he always leaves."

"Wait." Peter stops me. "Always? He's come more than once?"

I nod. "When we called the police, they found no evidence that anyone was in my room besides me. My parents thought I was seeing things as aftermath of the drugs- which by then I was done with. The ignored it until the man broke in soon after. Again there was nothing so my parents talked to a doctor and got me medication. It made me really ill and I was in the hospital for weeks. But I thought it had worked because he never broke in after that. I was off the medication and my sickness went away almost instantly."

"Why did it not go away quickly this time? And why were you on it again?"

"Everything way going great. Until we moved here." I dropped my head once more, trying my best to hide my falling tears. "He came in through my window and when I tried to trap him he cut my arm with like a knife or something- I never saw what it was."

Peter glances down at my unharmed exposed arms and then back up at me.

"They thought I had finally lost it. Got me on medication that night." My voice is shaky and unstable. "But I swear to you that he did something; because even if you couldn't see a slash... It hurt like hell."

That seems to catch all of Peter's attention because it's almost if he goes into shock. He doesn't speak, but furrows his eyebrows as if he's trying to fit all the pieces together.

"What time did you say Stephan and Nic were coming to get me?"

"Nine..." I say.

"Brennan, you're not physco. The reason your so sick is because you're taking a heavily medicated drug to try and cure something you don't have."

"How do you know?" I clench my teeth. "The window to my room here doesn't even open." I run my hands through my hair. "Maybe I am."

Peter takes my hands in his. He tries really hard to hide the pain of his shoulder but I can tell it hurts.

"I promise you, I swear on my life."

I look at the blank wall and then back at him. "What's your evidence?"

"I think I know what is happening, and it has nothing to do with your mind." He shifts his feet. "Go pack your things."

I almost choke on my own pit. "What?"