My Short Story Collection

Finding Neverland: Final Chapter

Final Chapter

Wendy stared out the window as the sun crept up from behind the mountains. It was snowing outside again today and rooftops, the streets, trees, everything was cover with snow. With the snow being heavy and tall, Wendy's family didn't get to come and visit it her a whole lot.

It was boring within the hospital and even more boring to be alone in a room within the hospital with no visitors or anything to do. If it were true that Wendy was dreaming about Peter and Bell the entire time while she was in a coma, then those dreams have ceased now that she has woken up from that coma. It all still made no sense to her.

But she didn't bother arguing anymore with the doctor or her parents because they were starting to believe that she was beginning to go crazy. Realizing it, she stopped arguing with them and agreed with them that they were right, it was all a dream. Honestly though, she still believed that it wasn't. It all felt way too real to be a simple dream.

It also made no sense that if it were all a dream, then how come she recognized Bell and Peter? If she never met them then why on that day when the boy named Peter died, she recognized them? It was all unsettling to her. She couldn't understand it.

Sighing, she looked away from the window and stared at the ceiling. If only they had paintings or something on the ceiling, it would be interesting then but it was a plain white ceiling with nothing special to it at all.

She hates winter. It was lonely. It was cold. It was harsh against her weak body. She couldn't just have a normal winter season like other people can. People can go out, have fun in the snow. They can also take strolls in the park, even though it is cold. They can also spend Christmas with their families at their home.

Wendy though, she has to stay in the hospital and cannot go play out in the snow or take strolls around the park or celebrate Christmas at her own home.

Closing her eyes, she just tried to rest. That is all she could do anyway and she's tired anyway. All night last night she was up, battling with a high fever and with the aches and pain. It took a while for the doctors to finally bring the fever down and for the medicine to kick in as well.

The fever didn't want to rest at all last night though. It was a long battle for Wendy last night.

Rest... that's all she is needing right now. Today has been way to long for her and quite boring as well. She hasn't been able to catch up on the sleep she has missed out on.

Music began flowing into her room as she was drifiting to her sleep. It was a flute that was playing. Her eyes flinging open, she looked over toward her window and listened. For a moment, she wondered if she was dreaming but when she pinched herself, she realized this wasn't a dream.

Listening to the music, she regonized the tune. It was the same tune Peter always played on his flute.

Wendy practically jumped out of bed and ran down the halls, following the music that had eventually led her to the hospital's garden and it finally led her to a big old oak tree that was out in the garden.

On the other side of the oak, a boy sat against the tree as he played his flute. Wendy, recognizing him, was stunned and frozen in her steps. Her eyes, surely they were not playing games with her, right? Even her mind... it also wasn't playing with her.

Peter... it was really him that she was looking at right now, right?

Peter played the last few notes and finally put his flute away and looked up at Wendy with a smile. "I was wondering when you were going to come back to me." He said as he got up.

Tears filled her eyes and confusion yet happiness ran through her. Confuusion because this all wasn't making any sense to her but happiness because even if it didn't make sense, she at least had her Peter back with her again. She thought that for sure she had lost him.