Counting Stars

Chapter 4

Juliette's P.O.V.

Slowly, I could sense things once again. I had the feeling that I was awake, but I was still in a place of sleep. I could faintly a noise. Almost like a talking kind of sound. They were too faint and hazey to understand what they were saying, or whom was talking. Who could it be? Maybe my mom and her date, I think his name is Ross. Maybe they had a good time and came back to just hang out. Hopefully, just hang out; considering I am in the next room. 

Then I realized, it couldn't be my mom and Ross, because I wasn't home. I was... actually, I don't know where I am. Just somewhere far away with Peter.

Holy crap, that Peter kid kidnapped me! I have to get out of here, wherever here is, and get away from that psychopath.

I try to force my eyes to pry open, but it is a very slow process. Everything is blurry and it was hard to adjust to the light. Well, there wasn't much light. It was kind of dark and the light was being sourced by... candles and lanterns? Weird. Once I get adjusted to the lighting, I see that I'm on a bed. A very nice bed might I add. One of those vintage beds with the bars at the end of it. I look around the room. The walls look like they are made out of wood, like a tree house.

I try to sit myself up, until I realize I can't. I try once more but it doesn't work. I look up to see my wrist are tied to the bed post. I do my best to wiggle my wrist out of the rope, but to no avail. I see if maybe whoever is talking outside the possible tree house could hear me if I call to them. I try to call for help, but it came out as a muffled like noise. Then I noticed that there is a gag in my mouth. God, how do I not notice... anything? I start to get teary eyed of all of this.

I soon here that the talking had stopped and someone is climbing up here. I'm scared for whoever it is to come up here. Unless I am to be set free, I don't want to know who it is. 

They reach the top of the ladder and I see that horrible, yet for some reason beautiful face that I had no intentions of ever seeing again... Peter.

He comes up full and gives me a half-hearten smile. "Hello Juliette." He says sweetly.

I respond by squirming in the ropes a little more and begin to cry. He is crazy. He scares me. I don't want him near me. Right now, he has the upper hand. I don't know what he can or will do to me or where we are. Also, he stalked me. There is nothing right about that.

He clearly sees my discomfort because he went to a caring look and came over to me and sat on the bed right next to my waist. He gently cups one of my cheeks and whipes away the tears that are falling down my face, olny to have them be replaced by new ones. I don't like that this psycho is touching me like this. I want him to get off me, but I know that won't happen. 

"You don't have to be scared." He tells me. Yeah, like that is going to calm me down. "I'm going to remove the gag from your mouth, and you are not to scream. Do you understand?" He asked me in a hushed voice. I rapidly nod my head.

He slowly takes the gag out of my mouth and it feels like a relief. I whimper and my breaths are uneven.

He tries calming me down by 'shhing' me and stroking my hair. "I won't hurt you I promise."

"Where am I?" I somehow managed to get out through sobs.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." He told me sadly.

"Try me."

He takes a moment to decide whether to tell me or not, but ends up telling me anyway. "Neverland." Peter says plainly.

Yeah, he needs help. Let me guess, he also thinks he's Peter Pan.

"Peter," I begin sweetly. "Neverland is not real."

He started to smirk. It was really unsettling. I don't know what he was planing on doing, but I was not ready to find out.

All of a sudden, I'm not on a bed anymore. We are not in a tree house anymore. My hands are now tied behind my back, and I get a good look around to see that... we are outside. We are outside in a forest-like area. It's completely dark, yet I can still see Peter. He is stiffly standing right in front of me. 

"How did you do that?" I asked scared out of my mind. 

"We're in Neverland. There is magic all around." He did this with magic? That doesn't make sence. Magic isn't real. Neverland isn't real. Peter Pa-

"Are you Peter Pan?"

His smirk grew wider. I know that I hardly know him, but this is not the same boy who wanted me to run away with him a week ago. This is not the same boy a few minutes ago who was trying to calm me down. This boy was dark and mischievous. 

"Awe," Peter began. "you have heard of me."