Peter Pan

The Mysterious Shadow

No one knows my parents are wealthy people. Maybe everyone would treat me better if they knew. No one really cares about me I guess. I hang out with the bookish people at my school but I just don't fit in. Yes, I am awkward, shy, and bookish. That's the only thing that gives the bullies at school to treat me like dirt. Not only that but my parents are terrible. They yell at me. They hit me if they feel the need to. They are worse than people at school.

"Mikayla! Get your ass down here!" My mother screams from down stairs. I'm not ready for this. I know she's going to hit me again. Tears come to my eyes but I blink them away.

"Y-yes mam?" I say. I try not to make eye contact. That only makes it worse. My mom grabs my wrist and shoves up my sleeve.

"Why the hell are you cutting yourself?! Me and your dad feed you every day. We have given you this giant house! And you are ungrateful!" She yells and slaps me twice. She slaps me once more, telling me what a horrible kid I am. I sob telling her I'm sorry. Although I'm not. She drags me up the stairs, throws me in my room, and locks the door. I sob more. I pick up the blade and add a few more cuts while trying not to cry too hard. I lay on my bed and start telling myself I should just die. I should just kill myself and all of this would be over. I'm lost.

A flicker of a shadow. What? I see it fly across my wall. It looked like- like a boy? I sit up, wiping tears from my eyes. Maybe I'm just imagining things. It slowly creeps out from a shadow it was hiding in. It is a boy. Well, the shadow of a boy, maybe a year or so older than me. I look around looking for the boy who owns this shadow. The shadow just stares at me and I stare back. It startles me as it flys away. It flew off the wall and out my window. Maybe it would

I wake up. I wasn't so sure what happened last night. It all seemed like a fuzzy dream. I didn't want to forget it and I tried to hold on to the memory. I suddenly realize it's Saturday. I throw on some cloths and quietly go downstairs. I grab my book and something to eat and walk outside. I quietly walk to the stream that runs through the park in my neighborhood. I start reading. I do this every Saturday. I read until the sun starts setting. I get home and it's almost dark. The day goes by fast when you read.

Every night for a month, the shadow would visit me. It would fly around and do tricks, making me laugh. I would talk to it some and it would listen. I'd have something to look forward to every night. The shadow was the only thing keeping me from killing myself.

And finally one night, he shows up.

I open my window for the shadow to come through and get settled into bed. I quietly wait for the shadow to visit me yet another night. After an hour of waiting, my eyes start to get dry and I almost fall asleep before the shadow zips through my room and suddenly I'm wide awake. The shadow flies around a bit more before settling down. And that's when I see him. The boy. He flies through me window, but I cannot quite see the details of his face. I see his arm extend and his hand held out for me to take. I notice he is hovering above the ground. He's flying.

"Come with me," he whispers. His voice is gentle. It makes me calm. I might've been crazy, but I grab his hand and he lifts me out of my bed.

We fly away.

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Thanks for reading the first chapter! This was probably the worst I've ever written so expect the rest of the chapters to be better haha