Unhappy Thoughts

How

I stared at the brown haired, green eyed boy as the lost boys bound my hands together once more and pulled me away to where a prison must be kept. And he just stared back. I couldn't think straight and couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Everything became a blur and so far away. By the time I could actually see what was right in front of me, the door to my cage was closed, locked, and no one was in sight.
As night began to fall, the sound of footsteps rung in my ears. It was him.
"Mckayla?"

"Yes Peter."

"I'm, I'm sorry..."

"How?"
"How what?"
"How did this happen? Neverland? You?"

"Oh that," the bounds of my wrist then disappeared and the door to my cage swung open. But I stayed where I was. Afraid of him. "Please come out."
I didn't.

"I know your afraid but we need to talk."

Still, I did budge.

"I need to tell you everything."

I stood up.

He led me through the forest and then we began ascending Neverpeak mountain and I knew exactly where we were going. The waterfall. Where all the magic of Neverland flows from.

As we reached the top he began cutting through the dreamshade vines. When the last one was cut we stepped in to the rock temple like structure in which the water fall ran from. I looked out over Neverland. It was so different since the last time I came here. A layer of thick darkness covered a little over a fourth of the island and if you stared for long you could see it slowly inching over the uncovered parts of Neverland.

"How?"

"When you refused to come back that night was kinda when it started." He began. "I returned without you and the boys were all confused. The days, weeks, and months following that followed I stayed away from camp leaving Felix in charge, he didn't ask why, he know better then to do that. I stayed with the mermaids which probably didn't help. They are evil and they practically rubbed off on me when I was weakest. Losing you was worse then losing my life."

"Then why didn't you come back the next night?"

"I couldn't it was already to late, I didn't know how to fly anymore. I had lost my happy thoughts. I couldn't think of any. Unhappy thoughts clouded my mind. That was probably the moment I started growing again. As you can probably see."

I could. He no longer was fourteen he looked about seventeen.

"The island then began reacting to me and slowly is turning dark, like me."

"The fairies?"

"They must've known for I haven't seen any in years."

"The Indians?"

"They still live here but they have moved to the most northwest part of the island that will take the longest for the darkness to reach."

"Do you know how to stop it?"

"Well your here and it's still growing, so no."
"Peter...promise me you'll try. Ok?"
"Ok," he smiled.

I didn't know how to react to all of this. Neverland was being eaten alive by darkness. The fairies are gone. The Indians are as if they don't even live here anymore. Peter can't fly. Peter is growing up.
A/N
Oh snap.