"Honey please do this one thing for us." She couldn't take it anymore as she ran up towards the stairs as she heard her name being called by her aunt as she ran up towards her room. Not realizing that Michael and John has been listening in on the conversation. Once Wendy got to her room she went inside and slammed the door shut. Why? Why? She thought angrily. I hadn't done anything wrong! Why do they want me to grow up so fast! Wendy saw some Books on the table as she angrily swiped them off leaving a loud bang on the floor, she saw her alarm clock and threw it on the ground as well as making the glass shatter all overs that's when she felt tension going through her whole body. Why? Why would they do this? The tension grew in her face and limbs as she fell to the ground next to her bed, her mind racing. Her breathing became more rapid; more shallow. The thoughts were accelerating in her heads she wants them to slow down so she can break but they won't stop. The breaths become in gasps as she grips onto her bed sheets tightly, her heart is hammering against her Cher like it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin. Wendy suddenly remembered what Liza said when she was young. Breath. Count. Breath. She closed her eyes.
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Lost
FantasyThings changed since Wendy left Neverland. Pan changed. Things got darker. Everything which was once fun and games had now come to a thing of survival. There is an uproar in Neverland; friend is pitted against friend, foes become allies in all names...
