From The Beginning [ Peter Pan X Reader ] B1

Chapter 1

Your POV

I never knew my parents. I knew that I was dropped off by a young girl. Which I'm guessing by how every fairytale goes, was my mother. She left no documentation or any simple clue of who she was or why she didn't want me. Not even a word of who might be my father either.

I was dropped off at the orphanage when I was only an infant and the people at the orphanage used that day as my birthday, April 28th. I've been at this orphanage since then. Fifteen years later and I'm still here. After meetings, and meetings, and meeting with potential parents, I gave up on the thought of ever being adopted.

I started to hear music from outside when I was in my room one night, but when I asked my roommate if she heard it too she just called me crazy. Was I crazy? I shook off the thought and started to enjoy it. It helped me sleep sometimes. I would hum along to the sound that seemed like it was being played by a flute and just for me. I never went looking for it. I was scared of who might me playing it. I'm not going to lie, I was kinda a coward, but when needed I could stand up for myself.

A year passed since I first heard the music. The orphanage was horrible. They would barley feed us, beat us if we didn't listen, call us names, tell us our parents didn't want us because we sucked, overall the orphanage made me depressed and feel terrible.

Made me feel lost.

I was cleaning the orphanage kitchen late one night, and the song began. Once again, I was the only one to hear it. When everyone left the kitchen I was the only one around and I started to dance. I didn't have control over it. It felt like the song was making me do it. Is that crazy? Am I going crazy?

Pan's POV

I've been watching Y/N for a long time now. More particularly, fifteen years. I was there when she was dropped off at the orphanage. I was there when she took her first steps. I was there when she heard the song for the first time. I played it outside her window a couple times hoping she would listen. After 14 years, she finally heard it. When I saw who her mother was, also the first time I saw Y/n, I knew I needed her in Neverland.

I watched her dance in the kitchen from far away, but close enough that I could see through the rusted window. My flute making her do so. Her Y/h/c hair swishing around with every twirl she does. Her body moving to the music. I thought to myself, why is she so interesting? Why is her dancing making me feel so different? I had a purpose for her, but the way she smiled and danced clouded my judgement sometimes, but tonight was the night. I waited a year after she heard my flute the first time but tonight was the night.

Your POV

I spun, and spun around the kitchen. Forgetting to clean and honestly not caring. My hips started swaying like they never have before, until I heard a slam of the kitchen door. "WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING Y/N! YOU SHOULD BE CLEANING NOT DANCING AROUND LIKE SOME FUCKING WHORE!," Julie shouted at me. I stopped moving right away and looked at her in horror. Waiting to get a painful punishment. Julie was the head of the orphanage, and the most scary one at that.

"I-im s-sorry Ms. Julie," I couldn't help but stutter. You try getting smacked around for 15 years and not stutter when you talk.

"Don't sorry me you little Twit!" Julie got closer to my face. I felt my body go numb. I was scared of her. Before I could speak, she grabbed me by my ear and dragged me to the attic. She of course didn't care if I was tripped half way there. I swear this women loved inflicting pain. She locked the door behind me and began to shout again, "YOU WILL STAY HERE TILL DINNER TIME! TOMORROW!"

Those were the last words I ever heard from her.

After a minute of understanding what just happened, I walked to the open, broken window. I put my elbows on the windowsill, with my hands on my eyes and began to cry. I never cried in front of anyone. I didn't want anyone to see how weak I really was. You have to be viewed as tough if you want to survive here without a smack in the face everyday for crying.

Five minutes passed and I finally stopped and wiped my tears away. "Why did my mother leave me?" I asked myself. "Why couldn't she see that I was more then just a little twit? But that I'm so much more!" I shouted this time, "I'M MORE THEN JUST A LITTLE TWIT!" A single tear went down my face. Then I heard it.

The song from before played again. I couldn't help but smile. That song was my only happiness. I closed my eyes and listened thinking, I wish I knew where that song was coming from. I then whispered to myself, "I'm so lost here. Someone help me."

When I opened my eyes, I saw a shadow-like figure in front of me with yellow balls of light for eyes. No detail anywhere else. I jumped backwards falling on my bum and squeaking at the hurtful fall. I ignored the pain and yelled at the figure, "Who or WHAT are you!" It didn't answer so I yelled again, "Hello! earth to shadow monster?" The figure giggled at my last words. "Atleast I know you have a sense of humor," I couldn't help but laugh at my own joke. Yup, this is what my life has come to. Joking with a shadow monster. The figure then hovered closer to me, until it was less then a foot away from me. I shivered at how close this thing was to me. I was to scared to move away.

"Do you not want to leave this place?" His voice sounded like it came from a teenager.

"W-What?" Is all I could get out.

"Do you want to leave this place and go somewhere far away? Where there are no parents, no real rules, and no growing up?" Even though the figure didn't have a face, I felt like it was smirking at me.

"I-I don't k-know." I turned my head and looked at the door. Could I really leave this place? I am going crazy. This shadow dude must be my imagination.

"Usually I would take the lost ones by force, but my keeper said to give you the choice." That startled me.Take the lost ones by force? Does that mean he steals children? I stopped thinking about that when I realized what he said after. I was the only one he asked. Why was I so special?

I looked back at the figure and slowly got up from the ground. "How would we get there?" I asked. Confusion written all over my face.

"You'll just have to trust me." How could I trust someone that has no body and that I just met less then 10 minutes ago? But next I thought, What do I have to lose?

I stepped forward and nodded then said, "Okay."

The figure handed out his hand and I slowly, and nervously, grabbed his hand. I blinked, then the rest was a blur for me.

I opened my eyes to find myself on a beach. Still in the same clothing I left in: black jeans, and a gray sweater that hung off my shoulder with brown calf high boots. I was sitting in the sand facing the ocean. The ocean looked like it went on forever with no sight of any land around me. I was confused. One second a shadow-like figure was telling me I would be at this amazing place, now I'm on a beach? I mean beaches are okay, but to be honest I thought I was imagining the shadow this whole time.

Instead of teachers in school teaching us not to talk to strangers, they should teach us to not talk to strange shadows that come into your attics.

I stood up and turned around to see a forest or more like a jungle by the type of trees there were. I started to walk slowly towards the jungle, until I stopped at the edge of where the beach meets the jungle. I looked in scarcely. I didn't know what I was doing here or why, but I knew that I shouldn't just sit here waiting for an answer. So I walked into the jungle, not looking back at the beach.