Cursed { peter pan/robbie kay }

0.2 ϟ Cursed

{ song for this chapter - Dirty ittle Secret, All-American Rejects }

0.2 ϟ Cursed 

♛
one week later…
♛

     Peter and I have grown gradually closer. I also met a girl named Ruby. I guess she’s s’posed to be red riding hood. I’ve been staying at her house. I’ve had to stay clear of Emma and her little posse or whatever. They still think I’m dangerous. I had also gone to the hospital and retrieved some of my old belongings aka my phone and the last book of the Harry Potter series. At the moment, Peter was trying to convince me I had ‘magic’ for the umpteenth time.

            “For the last time, Peter, that whole ‘make the bars disappear’ thing was like a one-time thing,” I groaned.

            “Just try!” He urged!

            “Shut up!” I snapped my fingers in hopes he’d shut up.

            And he did. He glared at me but slowly grinned.

            “Peter…” I glared.

            He remained silent.

            “No. Fχcking. Way,” I stated in awe.

            I waved my hand to make him talk again.

            “I told you could do it,” He rolled his eyes.

            “I remember no such thing,” I grabbed my his arm and walked out of the room.

            “Where are we going?”

            “To get food, I’m starving,” I said in a ‘duh’ tone.

            “Alright hold on,” He said and put his cloak and hood on.

            “Why do you always wear that thing?” I begin waking down the street.

♛ Peter Pan’s POV  ♛

            “Let’s just say, everyone here think’s I’m dead, and wants me to stay that way,” I smirked and walked beside her.

--
Flashback, after Malcolm and Rumple die
--

            I woke up on Skull Rock in front of the hourglass. There was still a little time left on it.

The last thing I remember was Rumple stabbing me with his dagger, so why am I not dead.  

I looked down at myself. I was young again too.

            Just then my shadow flew in.

            “I thought I was dead,” I frowned.

            “You were dead. I brought you back to life. If you die, I’ll die, and so will Neverland,” He responded.

            “I’ll still die without the heart of the truest believer.”

            “There’s another way.”

            “And what would that be?”

            He pulled out a scroll with a picture of a girl on it.