Peter Pan and the Shadows ( Peter Pan x reader)

Chapter Three: The Doll

At last the burns had healed leaving behind only a few ugly scars. The bruises a sickly yellow but i was healing and that was what mattered. Madline refused to leave me alone as I healed. I couldn't tell if it was to keep me in line or to help me, maybe both, but either way it was infuriating. I could still do my jobs I can work on my own. I might be childish but I can take care of myself.

Madline was not the only one to watch my every move. Ms. Maudred too stared me down more than normal. To me it felt as if she was itching to punish me again, one step out of line and shed bring down a punishment worse than before. She wanted to get me screams. The screams in refused to give her. The pig even started carrying a small horse whip with her holding it at her side, shed bring it down onto the hands of children who acted ever so slightly out of line. It was my fault I acted out , I pushed things now she was cracking down on us. But this was too much. She had no right to punish the little ones so harshly.

I sat on the seat in the window its glass pains opened wide as the little ones on the ground in front of me with eager ears. The moon shone bright in our dorm filling the room with its cool blue light, the air crips and sweet. On my lap sat a large brown books its title written in cursive gold letters. It was a book of stories and drawings of our favorite hero. A book all about its namesake the famous Peter Pan, the bane of pirates everywhere. I didn't need the book for i had read and reread it so many times i had it's tales memorized but I loved the pictures and so did the little ones. Each illustration had small detailed strokes and vivid bright colors.

"I have told you all the story of when Peter and the Lost boys fought the shadows?" I asked curious smile on my lips.

"Not to seem rude (N/n), but there arent no stories in there about him fightin shadows. Only fighin pirates " Charles looked at me puzzled, making me smirk and giggle.

"Course not! Miss. Wendy told me this one herself 'fore she moved. So listen here my little ones. This tale has only be told two other times before and maybe never again" The Children looked more engaged than normal.

"This isn't like yer normal Peter Pan adventure, this one is much more dangerous for everyone not just Neverland." I looked at them with a smile. " you know how Peter's shadow can go off and get into its own trouble? Well His shadow isn't the only one, in a way. You see hidden away in a land of a darkness so deep and so black where not the sun or moon and reach it, lives the shadow people. The shadow people don't belong to people though they exist on their own. They have no soul to belong to, their very being is evil but the most evil of them all is The Shadow Lord Chernobog. Chernobog gains powers from having more shadows, more followers and the best way to get shadows is to still them from someone"

"Is that why Peter's shadow isn't part of him?" Samuel ,a small boy with red hair that sticks out every which way , shouted out. I simply shook my head.

"That's a different story , a story for another time. Anyway though Chernobog isn't truly a shadow but a complete lack of light. Our shadows are a part of us part of our soul. They are the half of us with darker thoughts, not evil just more mischievous than us normally. Without our shadows we lose that part of our soul and a person can't live long without a whole soul. A painful fate awaits those who have half their soul. Well our story begins in Neverland Peter was-"

"(Y/n) we need to talk." Madline walked into the dormitory her blonde hair falling in a golden shower loose over her shoulders. I moved the large book from off my lap as she walked over to me Victoria trailing behind her. "After your prank the other day i think it's time for us to try and change our behavior a bit"

I felt myself go stiff for a moment, my eyebrows furrowing together. "Madline what do you mean?"I knew what she meant though.

" She means grow up (y/n)! Stop acting like a child, and stop filling their head with this nonsense!" Victoria snapped clearly annoyed I saw Madline go to speak but I didn't give her the chance.

" It's not Nonsense! They need these stories! I don't want to grow up I like how I am just fine! You're the same age as me Victoria you bloody cunt! Stop acting like you're more grown up!"

" Oh shut up! This is childish nonsense, because of you Ms. Muadred is worse than ever! It's time you grew up!"

"I'll never grow up! Never never never! So There!" I shouted stomping my foot on the wooden floor boards. Angry Victoria stomped over to me and grabbed Peter from my pocket. I choked out cry trying to grab it from her getting a hand on one of his legs "No! Give him back!"

"Its just a stupid doll" she yelped as she gave one last tug tearing the poor dolls leg off. I felt my heart shatter as I fell to my knees. Victoria dropping what was in her hand.

"It's not just a doll...Miss. Wendy gave him to me. It's the only thing I own that is even close to a good childhood memory. Everything I owned before was burned! She was the only adult who I looked up to after the fire." The words came out like choked sobs. I picked up the two halves of what was once Peter and stared at them. Though my voice cracked i couldn't cry. no tears would fall. I was numb with sadness.

Shackly I rose to my feet everyone's staring at me, everyone shaking from the scene that had just played out. I looked up staring deeply into Victoria's eyes remorse but no understanding. I walked over to the trunk that stood at the foot of my bed, unclasping the metal locks. I pulled out an old tattered beige shirt along with brown trousers. I pulled the old rag dress off my body pulling on the new clothing cover my skin. Digging deeper in the trunk I find a patched-up black jacket signing it over the shirt. Grabbing a pillow from my bed I remove its case. Placing a few more changes of clothing, the book, sewing kit, and lastly Peter what remains of him anyway.

They don't try to stop me, not even when I went and tied the case making it into a bag to carry around my arm. No one moved or breathed to make me stop as I walked towards the window. The room was filled with a Melancholy feeling has my foot stepped onto the branch of an old tree that stood in the mood lit bright outside. They all watched as I climbed away, up to the roofs.

No one has ever run away there is no reason to. We'd end up back there but I'd rather get away from them at least for a week and have to see Victoria again not after what happened. So I walked about the roofs, my makeshift bag over my shoulder. I was alone more than I had ever been before. When my parents died at first I had their memories but they soon faded. I had Miss Wendy for a little bit, but she too left. I was alone with my thoughts and my stories. They now seemed hollow and painful. What once seemed so real felt fake and so far away.

I finally found a place I thought would be good enough to rest, it was nothing more than a few old wooden boxes, I placed myself down along with my bag and cuddled into it. I removed the remains of Peter along with my sewing kit. It wouldn't be the same but it'd be better than letting go now. I did my best to match the color of the fabric with my string, ever so slightly off a shade of green but it was better than nothing else. When I had finished sewing and looked into this button eyes the tears finally came.

"It can't be just nonsense, I believed whole life. Everything I've ever done or I was ever told it can't be a lie . Can it? I don't want to be here." I sobbed burying my face into the chest of the plush doll. My soft soon begin to lessen my breath calm. I have become to drift off to sleep before I even realized I had.