Please. Don't tell me believe those lies you were told about Peter Pan when you were young. How do you think J.M Barrie knew so much about Peter Pan? The inner thoughts of the Lost Boys? He was a Lost Boy. But then he grew up. Soon after he was eliminated. By whom you ask? Isn't it obvious? The infamous devil himself. Peter Pan.
DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 SO IT'S REALLY BAD
"Nothing of your concern," he muttered.
I frowned, "why Peter? Why do you do this?" My words came out rather harshly then I had intended, making Pan stand up and walk to me, his eyes glaring into my soul and slowly burning it into ash.
"First of all, you do not call me Peter. And secondly, I do what I want, you have no control over me, princess," he spat.
I smirk, "what? Is Peter your weak name? A name that shows exactly what you are?"
He rolls his eyes, "and what's that?"
I take a step closer to him, our faces only inches away, "an unloved, lonely, lost boy."