The Legend Lives On

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Shaelynn's Point of View

"I get the vibe that this is about getting the attention you desire. Does this sound like something you think might have caused your event?" The curious man asked me Calmly, but I couldn't bare to listen any longer.

"No." I stated plainly, without showing any emotion what so ever. I had grown past the point of caring what my parents thought was 'wrong' with me, and began to ignore it.

"Okay.." He started to rub his stubble clean chin in thought. "Is it a school problem? Maybe, the grade you have in Mr. Mathews class is stressing you into acting this way?"

I rubbed my head from the headache I had, just for having to sit through this therapy session. "I just started about two weeks ago. Trust me, there is nothing wrong with me."

He stood up in a flash, for clearly he had an idea of what was 'wrong' with me. But I knew it wouldn't be true, for I was perfectly fine.

My parents had grown worried about me ever since the incident with my teacher. He had managed to get me suspended for the rest of the week, which was three days, now two. Instead of class, I was sitting inside a therapists office, being questioned by my parents demand.

I couldn't tell my mother and father about how terribly rude and cruel the school was. I would have to tell them about the paper, which would soon lead to them knowing about the mysterious boy, Peter Pan. Of course, they wouldn't believe me, and they would probably send me to the nut house for 'seeing an imaginary person'.

Peter had to be real, for I couldn't stop thinking about him. I remember falling asleep soon after his visit, and dreaming about him as well. His fairy too, for I could hear her soft, tiny bells. I wasn't crazy, they weren't imaginary.

"Yes, two weeks ago, and soon enough to be the reason for your behavior. Do you agree?" I knew the therapist was convinced on this already before he even asked me, it was all part if his job.

I rubbed my eyes irritatedly. "No, I don't agree! I'm acting the same way I always do!" I stood up and continued my rage, hoping to clear up my point. "My parents just want people to think I'm crazy, so they can finally get rid of me! They've been waiting for this moment!"

A lump of tears was felt in my throat, but I couldn't cry in a therapists office, or they would never let me leave. "It was just a one time thing. Let it be." I whispered, holding my arms to my chest.

He scribbled down some notes and strayed over to the door, letting my parents in. "Shaelynn, if you can please wait outside?" He told me.

I moved myself to the door and closed it shut, leaning on the back of it.

I've always known my parents didn't want me, so why does it hurt me to say it out loud? I wondered what they were chatting about inside, probably about how I have 'anger issues'. Therapists are way too calm all the time.

Taking in a breath, my body arose and I put my ear to the crease of the closed doorway. I tried to clear my ears so I could listen to what they had to say.

"I believe these problems Shaelynn has are coming from her new school. She may be acting defiant to gain attention, for her own sake of being in high school. I wouldn't worry too much about it, but if it keeps happening, I would suggest another school for her."

My mother cooed and started to speak. "My husband and I were considering sending her to a private school of some sort, where she could spend some time in her dorm, have a new style of life. Maybe we should try it."

"I suppose it could be good for her. I think you should look into it if anything else occurs that's out of the usual for her."

I couldn't bare to listen any longer. They were deciding my fate without any particular say coming from me. I didn't want to live alone at a school, because I needed Blue with me, and company. They only want me gone, that's why they looked into it.

The door opened once more, and out my parents stepped, acting as if everything was exactly the same. And in the car ride, they were silent, only making eye contact with each other. At home, we never said a word the whole night until it was time to go to sleep. The only thing they said was in unison, and three words. "Good night, honey."

I didn't answer them. I wouldn't answer them again, because they didn't deserve it.

Soon, I would grow up and leave them to live happy by themselves. I'm sure that both of us would rather have it that way.

* Captain Hook's point of view *

"Cap'n Hook! Cap'n!" Smee's blasted voice awoke me from my slumber. Groaning, I lifted myself up and demanded an explanation. "Pan has gone from the island once more!"

I began twisting on my sharp hook that replaced my lost hand. "Silence Smee! Ye'll give me a headache!" I demanded, and once I slipped my hat on, my feet swayed out to the deck to get a closer look at the news.

It was once again very much cold and barren, and it was beginning to rain. The trees on the island had began to droop at the loss of sunlight, and the friendly animals were now hidden in their safe havens. The sky was cloudy and thundering with bitter gloominess. It was the usual weather and events that always happened when Peter was away from the island. As if all of the happy thoughts had disappeared with him.

"That's three times this month. There is surely going to be another guest arriving by now." I twisted my mustache in thought, using my hook as a raveler.

Danny, known as Dread marched to the front of me and began to speak. "I shall scare this girl away also. Add to Peters misery once more?" His expression did not change but an ounce, and he was serious, yet naive.

"There's word that this girl seems a worthy match, and is of high hopes to Peter." Announced one crew member, who was casually leaning against the railing of the swaying ship and dangling his half broken sword.

So the rumors were true? He is bringing along someone new...Another girl, at that. It should be of great use for more plans, i thought to myself.

I nodded my head in interest, making a decision to claim. "This time, we must act careful of what we do. We must try extra hard to succeed in our plans, so this girl goes along with it."

The crews agreed with mumbles and grins, and I chuckled a sly laugh.

If we succeeded in what we wanted, Peter would finally die of depression, and I could easily win a battle against that boy. All we had to do was make sure that this girl never came back at any costs.

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