Devil I Know [a peter pan fanfiction]

There's a beauty in having a memory that you can call your own. An individual life full of happiness and sorrows that have shaped that very persons mind and soul into the person they've become.

I could only wish that I had that.

And that I have been dead for over 12 years.

However, I wouldn't have known that if that strange British man hadn't shown up

and told me the world I had been living in was a lie, which mean it couldn't be mine

but someone else's.