Neverland Revived

Prologue Part I

"Wendy! Stop it! What the heck do you think you are doing!?"
"I have to go back!" The girl screamed. She clawed desperately at the window as John pulled her away from it.
I scurry over and quickly close the window, yanking the curtains shut and hoping the neighbors had not witnessed any of that.
"Wendy!" John yelled, " you need to stop this! You can't go back!"
Wendy's face was streaked with tears, and flushed red and swollen.
"But... I can't..." She moaned.
John grabbed her shoulders, "Open your eyes! Neverland doesn't exist! Its just as everyone says. We got carried away with our imaginations."
Wendy looked horrified, "No, John... John, you can't believe that! Please! Please believe in Peter!"
"Peter doesn't exist!" John bellowed. Wendy burst into noisy, hysteric sobs again.
"John." I say, touching his arm, "please leave. You are only upsetting her. I can take care of this."
John scowls at me, then releases my sister's arm, stomping out into the lit hallway.
Wendy immediately goes for the window, but I move to block it.
"Michael..." she pleads desperately. It breaks my heart to see her like this, with her usually laughter-filled eyes now a stormy grey and filmed over with milky pain.
I take her cold hands, which are shaking.
"Wendy." I say softly, "I understand you miss Neverland. So do I. But Peter needs to lead the lost boys on his own. He wants you to grow up and live a great life. A life better than what you can have with him."
"But I love him, Michael." The girl  responds, her voice heaving with thick tears.
I wrap my arms around her, "I know you think you do. But you will find someone you love even more someday. I promise."
My shoulder is wet with her tears now. I lead her back to her bed and tuck her in.
"Just sleep now. Things will be better in the morning."
Her grip on my hand loosens and I slip back into the hallway.
"Is she better?" John asks gruffly as I walk past him.
I turn around to glare at him, "What is your problem? Why on earth would you say that? Do you really believe that?"
My brother looks stunned, then runs his hand through his hair, " I don't know what I believe. Neverland goes against everything my logic says."
"Logic isn't everything, John." I shoot back harshly.
John looks torn. I clench my fists in anger.
Swallowing the fury that burns at my throat, threatening to pour out from my knuckles, I turn away from my brother to make my not really daring escape to my father's study.
In the darkened room, I take a deep breath. A shadow moves across the moonlit wall, causing me flinch, startled.
I spin around to face the window.
It must have been a bird.
I unlock the wide window and swing it open, letiing cool night air wash over me.
What had I been expecting? Peter was likely to never come back. He's been gone for years now. He's probably forgotten about us. Neverland was nothing more than a distant, beautiful memory for us.
Yet... Why do I get the feeling the story is not over?