Never Go To Neverland

If It's All The Same

I could only lift myself to my knees. Acknowledging that annoying weakness, I braced myself for another blow. After a moment I look up. The boy is just staring at me.
"Well? Aren't you going to beat me? Everyone else seems to be enjoying it!" I spat. Self-consciously I rubbed my collarbone. Despite all the hits I've taken, it hurts the most. Not physically but emotionally. The boy looked at me nervously. He was around my age and seemed rather timid. Turning to Peter Pan he said quietly, "Pan, I think I'd like my floor scrubbing duties now.". Wait, what?!
"Now, why would you want to do that?" Mocked Pan.
"I don't think I can hit a girl." He replied nervously.
"I don't see why not. Everyone else can!" He shot back, starting to sound annoyed.
"Just hit me already!" I snapped. "I'm positive it won't hurt you any!"
I needed the boy to hit me so Peter Pan wouldn't hurt him. Despite all the pain I felt like I could recover from it. If I'm allowed to recover.
"With an attitude like that, you'll find yourself dead in no time love." Stated Pan.
"Gee, thanks for the life lesson. If it's all the same to you, I'd rather die than see your face another day." I replied coldly.
At this moment I really don't care. Call it suicidal if you want. I do not care. I don't think I could stand it here for another minute. Not just because of the beating, but because of the emotional pain I would go through each and every day. Would Ethan and Mr.Adam notice my absence? Would they report me missing? Would my father even notice? Or more importantly, would he care?
Chuckling darkly, he stalked over to me. Kneeling down so we were eye level, he smirked. "I don't think I'm quite ready to get rid of my new toy just yet. I say that's enough for today. I think you have received a fair enough punishment. As for discipline... we can work on that tomorrow." Motioning to two boys he smiled at me evilly before getting up and leaving. I felt my arms being pinned behind my back before I was roughly yanked up, causing every pain in my body to scream in agony. I winced and clenched my jaw as I was led to that stupid little cage. Before the boys left I asked them "Who was the kid that didn't want to hit me?"
Glancing at each other, the older looking one said, "Andrew." I nodded and tilted my head back. My body was so sore but overall exhausted. It was only noon but the area I was in was shady. Closing my eyes, I swear I could faintly hear the most beautiful tune through out the woods echoing around itself on the island.
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I was watching my father cry. He kept moaning to himself about my mother. Mourning her and grieving hard. Strangely I should be in the same state. But I didn't.
Instead I felt a numbness spread throughout my body. I felt it at the core of my heart right down to the tips of my fingers. It surged past my hurt allowing me to think clearly. It made my pain disappear and I felt like it was never there to begin with.
Feeling happily numb to my pain, I started to feel a different warmth begin to tickle my heart. It didn't feel numbing it felt...empowering. It felt like a tiny fire was licking at my soul.
Letting it seep in I felt a slight heat rise from my body. Letting in more I felt more peaceful. Relaxing to this power growing inside me, I managed to clear one free thought.
Open.