Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Peter Pan Imagine

"You're a worthless piece of shit! Go to your room! I can't stand to look at your face right now." Your mother yelled at you, her face looking repulsed by your presence. She hated you, and you hated her. It all started when you father had died, so your mom actually had to get up off her ass and work for a change. But instead, she used his life insurance money to buy alcohol- lots of it. This was the worst she had ever been in a long time. Your face still stung from where she had slapped you earlier, but the words hurt more. You knew it was true, everyone at school told you the same.

"Fine! But don't be surprised if I don't come back down. You're a piece of shit mother who cares about nothing but herself!" You scream back at her, running up the stairs to your room with tears streaming down your face.

"It should have been you and not your father!" She yelled, standing at the bottom of the stairs with the almost empty liquor bottle clenched in her hand.

"I CAN FIX THAT!" you screamed back, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang. You hear your mother give an animalistic scream, and glass shattering as the liquor bottle breaks into a million pieces against your door. Your legs go weak as the muscles seem to be unable to support the enormous weight on top of you. You slide down to sit on your carpet, putting your head in your hands as you sob uncontrollably. You sit there for a while, wondering why you were such a failure at everything like your mother said, feeling like the world would be better without you here.

You slowly stand up, walking to your bathroom with a strange calmness. You wipe your tear-stained cheeks as you open a drawer to grab the razor that has been your only friend for the past 5 months.

"I'll show them. I'll show them all." You whispered to yourself. Now you would finally be doing something right. You pull the razor out of the box you kept it in and sit on the floor in the middle of your room. You push the hair out of your face, looking at the full length mirror sitting in front of you.

You stare at your reflection, asking yourself, Where did it all go wrong? How has it come to this? You look into your eyes in the reflection, wondering where the sparkle went. How is any of this fair? Why did it have to be Dad? The only person that cared, understood, loved you...

In a sudden burst of anger you smash the mirror with your fist, crying out as you cut your hand on the shards falling to the floor in a pile. All that's left is a broken reflection of yourself- Now what was on the inside finally matched the outside.

You take a deep breath, then grab the razor in your right hand, setting it on your left wrist. Slow and steady, like always. Only deeper... You think, hoping it wouldn't hurt too much. You want your mother to feel how she's made you feel, helpless, worthless, like nothing in the world could take away the pain. You want her to find you, your blood staining the cream carpet she always demands to keep pristine. You close your eyes, ready to-

"STOP!" You hear an unfamiliar voice yell in desperation. You scream at the sudden noise, looking to your full-wall window to see a black figure standing on the edge of it. Your eyes widen in terror, who was this guy?

"Don't do it! Please don't do it..." He pleads, rushing towards you to grab the razor from your hand and throws it out the window with surprising accuracy. You whimper in pain when the mystery boy grabs your hand, examining the blood still dripping from your cut from the mirror. He covers your hand with both of his, and you feel a warm tingly sensation spread through your palm. When he takes his hand away, the gash is completely gone without a trace of blood in sight.

You gasp in surprise and look up at him to see his face. He does the same, and your gazes lock instantly. His eyes were a piercing forest green, the kind that you could stare at all day and keep finding new colors. He had brown hair and his clothes looked rather odd, he obviously wasn't from around here. But, he was pretty attractive, you couldn't deny yourself that.

"Thank you..." You whisper, tears starting to stream down your face. And for some reason, you hug him with all your might, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head in his shoulder. He doesn't hesitate, wrapping his arms around your waist as he stands up bringing you with him. He sets you on your feet, and looks over you again.

"Are you alright?" He asks in a British accent.

"No, not really." You say, wiping your tears again for what seemed the hundredth time tonight.

"Can you tell me why you were going to hurt yourself?" He asks quietly.

"I don't want to talk about it." You say, shaking your head nervously and looking down to the floor to avoid eye contact.

"That's okay." He says with a genuine smile. "Can you at least tell me your name?"

"Um, (Y/N)." You say, looking up. "Who are you exactly?"

"Oh did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter, Peter Pan." He says, his eyes full of mischief and slight arrogance.

"Wait, like from the Disney movies Peter Pan?" You ask, a slight chuckle escaping your lips.

"I mean not exactly..." He sighs in embarrassment, looking at the ground with a shrug.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that..." You say quickly.

"No, its fine. I was wondering though... Would you like to, maybe, um..." He asked, stuttering uncontrollably. You look to him in question, waiting for him to spit it out. "Well, would you like to come to Neverland? With me I mean..."

You smile in joy, kissing him on the cheek. "I would love to. Anything to get me away from here." He smiles widely, his green eyes lighting up with excitement. He leads you to the window, both of you stepping onto the edge of it.

"Hey, Peter?" You ask, looking to him.

"Yeah?" He responds, returning the gaze.

"Can I change my name, maybe? I want to have a fresh new start at Neverland. If that's okay I mean?" You ask nervously. He simply nods.

"What shall it be then?" He asks.

"(Y/N/N)" you say triumphantly, taking the name you have always wanted since you could remember.

"Alright then (Y/N/N), let's go to Neverland." He says happily, and you both lift off the window ledge, flying through the night towards the second star on the right.

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Hehe that last line rhymed. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this imagine! Make sure to vote and give me ideas in the comments! Love you guyysss

Leslie :) xx