Never Go To Neverland

Dead Lost

Lifting my sprained ankle up, I winced. Shit. It stung whenever I touched it. Or moved it in general. Reaching up, I rubbed the cold metal of the pendant on my neck.
Strangely Pan never took it. I wonder why. He has the rest of my stuff. It made me feel safe though. My Mother did care about me, she loved me. If my father had it all this time, why did he choose to give it to me now?
I felt so alone though. What did I do? How did I do it? That feeling of... magic? It flowed in my veins, tickled my soul, and set my body on fire. It was too much. I did not want this. How could it have happened? I gave up on my thoughts.
Looking  around I realized I was dead lost. "If I'm going to die, I'm going to die trying." I muttered to myself.
Rubbing my ankle in small circles, I took a deep breath and focused. On anything but the pain. On my Mother, on my father. I thought about home. It wasn't perfect but at least I wasn't being captured, beat and chased by a psychotic boy with an army of teenage boys who were all trained with various deadly weapons. For all I know he could be watching me right now, letting me suffer. Hell, he could be munching on popcorn right now. Whatever. I was not really helping my condition.
Shooting my eyes open I realized my ankle didn't hurt. Staring at it in disbelief, I moved it around. Pulling it up and down, rolling it around in little circles, making sure it wasn't a trick. Peter Pan was capable of all kinds. Standing up I tested my weight on my foot. It seemed...okay.
Okay, now that I established that. Now what? Should I keep running till I'm hunted down and shot by one of those crazy Lost Boys? Or should I take my chances with the devil himself? Both weren't satisfactory. Curling my balls into fists I looked up to the heavens and shouted, "Come at me, you demon! I'm not scared of you! You're just a boy! Come and kill me if that's what you were going to do when you were done playing with me! Can't be much worse than living with you!" I wasn't really thinking at this moment. One of those stupid adrenaline boosts. Waiting for my certain demise I glanced up confused. "Stupid Pan. I thought he controlled the entire island." I mumbled.
"Fine then! Be that way! You know what? I'll save you the trouble! Screw you Peter Pan!" Wandering around for a couple of minutes, each second spent anticipating my murder, I spotted what I was looking for.
If my fathers crazy rambling proved true, I could be with my mother. This is the only way out. The only chance I have to be happy. Looking down, I remembered the name of the plant...Dreamshade.
Kneeling down I wondered how I was supposed to use it. Maybe I should try and cut myself with one of the branches. That could work. Reaching out I held my breath. My heart was beating crazy fast. I could feel the terror and sadness in my soul. Eyes watering I convinced myself it was what I had to do. Closing my eyes I braced for the possibility of just touching it be fatal.
I suddenly felt two strong arms grip my shoulders and twist me around. Heart beating I struggled with my eyes closed. "Calm down princess, I won't hurt you." Murmured a voice in my ear. My whole body went cold. I felt my wrists being held up in front of me. Keeping my eyes closed I whimpered at the voice. I didn't even question how he got here, what he was doing, or what he wanted. Feeling my back being pushed against the rough bark of a tree, I whimpered louder. Trying to kick, my legs were suddenly pinned.
I felt a warm heat come from the devil in front of me. Keeping my head down, I felt warm lips brush against my wrists. A spark lit up inside me and ran down my arm. Biting my lip I held my breath. "You have fire. I like fire." Pan whispered in my ear. I shivered at the sound of his voice. My wrists were released. All I could do though was grip the tree behind me.
Even though it seemed the space between us couldn't get any smaller, Pan managed to close all the gaps. My heart knocked wildly against my rib cage. He could probably feel it against his chest. His fingers lightly tilted my head upwards, his thumb stroking my jaw. "Look at me" he whispered, his voice still powerful , yet soft. Hesitantly, I slowly opened my eyes.
He was staring at me. His forest green eyes burned into my own. He looked at me with concern and... I don't know what, but it scared me. "Were you really willing to die?" He asked. His two hands lightly held the sides of my face, barely touching me, as if I was breakable. Slowly I nodded, never breaking eye contact. "I'm not ready for you to go." He simply stated. Closing his eyes he softly placed his lips on mine. Immediately I felt myself relax. His lips were so soft. I closed my eyes.