Stolen By Pan

"Where am I?" I ask. The boy's smirk only grows as he begins to take slow steps towards me. As much as I want to back away when he comes close, I stand my ground. I notice that his eyes are a shade of green that is so dark they could almost be black. I take a deep breath to try to ease my panic. I can feel my hands shaking at my sides. He gets so close to me that if I were to shift my weight I would nudge him.
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." He sing-songs. I become annoyed with his mocking.
"Well, then who are you?" I continue to question him.
"Wouldn't believe that either." He speaks from behind me.
What does he mean that I won't believe him?
"Try me." I grit through my teeth.
"My name is Peter." He says, finally stopping in front of me. I cross my arms and shift my weight to my right.
"Why wouldn't I believe.."
"Pan."
"Excuse me?" I say, convinced that I had misheard.
"My name is Peter Pan."