Peter Pan.

Peter.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands covered your ears as you heard a scream echo throughout the house.

You opened your eyes and turned your head to the entrance, the curtain of leaves that served as the door eerily still.

Another scream ran through the house and you gulped, slowly getting up from the bed and walking out the room.

You walked to where you believed the screams to be coming from, your eyes widening as you saw blood running out of a room not that far from you.

Though you've been in Neverland for three years, the sight of blood still made you queasy, especially since knowing that the blood was from an innocent.

Once you finally got to the entrance, you slowly peaked into the room, a yell ripping from your throat.

There on the ground was your eldest brother John, his eyes glossed over. A gash was on his neck and blood poured furiously out of the wound.

You trembled as you backed up, hitting the cool wall behind you, tears rolling down your eyes, sliding down the wall.

"Y/n? Why are you crying?" you heard Peter asked.

He walked up to you, a concerned look on his face as he crouched down.

"Y-you... you killed my brother..." you stuttered.

Peter tilted his head.

"Of course I did. He was getting old. I had to get rid of him." he said in the most casual tone.

You shook your head, your breathing become erratic.

"I-I need to go home. I need to go home." you said in a panicked breath.

"But you are home silly." Peter giggled.

Your youngest brother Micheal died of starvation two months ago and now John, the only connection you had to the real world was gone.

You began sobbing and this angered Peter, his face contorting to annoyance and he asked once more, "Why are you crying?" adding, "Did you love him more than me?"

You didn't answer him as you sobbed, covering your face with your hands.

"I want to go back home. I want to see my parents. I don't want to be here anymore." these strung of words that left your lips caused Peter's jaw to clench.

You were young and naive when Peter first appeared to you.

To go to a land we're you never grow up? Well, that sounded very exciting and it was exciting the first few times you went to Neverland without your brothers.

It was only you and Peter and the boy was very charming. A playful grin always on his lips, a new adventure always happening everyday.

Whenever he would take you back home, you would tell your brothers and they would listen intently to your tales about Neverland and Peter Pan.

Then one day, he came again, this time asking you to stay with him in Neverland forever and maybe it was because you fell for the boy or maybe naivety but you agreed to his request, only asking if your brothers may came along.

Peter agreed and soon whisked the three of you away to Neverland.

Everything was fine at first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary... but as you looked at the boys around you and even your brothers, how they were growing taller, their voice beginning to crack and deepen, while you stayed the same small stature, had the same childlike voice, you started wondering what was going on.

If Neverland truly was the place where you can never grow up, why did it seem like that only applied to you and Peter?

As you wondered, Peter started to show his true colors.