Another Empty Bottle -ON HOLD-

chapter 4

okey well I'm no sure exactly how I envision Marina's face but the girl at the top could work (it's Birdy) also: I want to make these chapters so much longer, trust me, however i unfortunately cannot write for my life so bear with me if it sucks :/
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Marina didn't expect to make it 10 minutes. She even less expected to make it to nightfall. But, here she was, sitting atop a tree and staring out at the water surrounding "Neverland" and seeing the stars reflect their light across the dark water. Neverland, she thought to herself. Peter Pan, Lost Boys, this is fake. All of it. So then why was she so afraid of "Peter"? She told herself it was because he was insane. Absolutely crazy. Mad. And she feared for her life, so she feared him.

She refused to climb back down the tree, because she didn't want to put her life in danger by being caught. So she sat in the tree and thought. About life. Her life. How it should be over. How she wished so badly that she was dead. How she wished to badly to be beautiful, thin. How she missed the blade on her arms, scratching, cutting, hurting her physically to relieve the pain in her head; her heart.

She missed her mother. Her beautiful, loving, caring, fun mother. Before she died, she and her mother were so close with each other. She and her father were different. He was distant, never really there with or for them. She missed Connor. Oh God, Connor. Even his name made her want to die all over again. She missed everyone who had ever had a part in her life. Everyone who made her feel like life was worth living.

She began to cry. She cried a lot. Sometimes over simple things; like dropping something trivial like a glass of water. And sometimes over bigger things. Connor, for example. But now, She couldn't tell what she was crying for. Maybe because she was afraid. Afraid of this boy chasing her. Of what he wanted to do to her. She felt disgusted.

Crying probably want the best choice Marina could've made. For at that exact moment, a certain evil boy-king stood in the clearing where her tree was.

Peter Pan was never a sympathetic person. He took what he wanted at all costs, without remorse. Surely something as trivial as a girl would not change this? But hearing the small girl choke out a sob made something inside of him hurt, ache. Pan was not ignorant, he knew he had cause this pain to her. But he wished he didn't, and he didn't know why.

He should've been ecstatic that he found her. She should've been ecstatic that she had gone so long without being found. But Pan wasn't happy to find her now, not like this. He didn't like knowing that this strange girl was upset, sad even. He didn't like knowing that he was the one who caused it.

The ruthless ruler of Neverland would not let his unusual emotions for this girl get in the way of what he wanted. He always had. Who was she to stop him? So he flew, up to the top of the tree (why would he climb when there was a much simpler option?) and saw the girl dropped onto his island merely hours ago.

Except this girl was different. The girl from that day was strong, she had put up a wall around her emotions and that was why she had intrigued Pan. This girl was... broken. She no longer has those strong barriers up to protect herself. She was defenseless. Normally, he wouldn't have cared. He would've been smothered in joy over his victory. But something was different now. Seeing Marina so utterly hurt, made him hurt. And when he sat himself down on the branch beside her, she nearly fell out of the tree.

She turned her head and when she saw him, she could've died right there, because he was right beside her. (A/N: YES THAT WAS A LANA REFERENCE IM NOt eVEN SORRY.) She glanced down with watery eyes, tears staining her face, and her nose red, and she considered jumping. Clearly, Pan was not about to let that happen.
"Relax," he chided, "I'm not going to hurt you." It was a promise he was willing to keep, for now at least.
Marina looked away, staring at her shoes. After a while she said, in a hushed whisper, almost like she was asking herself, "Why am I even here?"

And, for the first time in his life, Peter Pan was at a loss for words.

But instead of letting this get to him, he went back to his cocky ways and responded with, "Because I wanted you. And if I want you, I will get you."

He regretted saying it. He saw how broken she was, how absolutely and utterly done she was, and he still chose to be an arrogant prude to her.

But of course, he wouldn't let anyone know that.

"Come on Marina," he began. "I've found you. Now the game's over! We can go back now." He said with a dark look in his eyes.

She looked at him with pure hurt in her eyes. "Is that was all this is to you? A game? My life, my freedom, my freaking-" she let out a huff of breath, "a game? You're sick. You're twisted, you're mad, you're fucking crazy! If I never see you again, it'll be too soon."

Although he wouldn't show it, this hurt him. The words were like knives, coming from her. He didn't understand why he felt this was about her; he just did.

And that was the worst part of it all.

He felt.

yay I updated after being MIA for 791272781 years!!!! But I've been busy with family and dance and piano. Be so proud I'm getting my shit together holla