Author Note: I, once again, edited this forsaken thing. I had wonderful grammar in 6th grade, no?
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, J.M Barrie and Disney does, even though Disney only owns the movies.
The stars shone a light blue in Never-Neverland. You could see a boy, around his teen years, about 13, limping through the forest, leaving a bloody trail, holding something in his hands, hands full of blood. His name? Peter Pan.
"Tink- Tinkerbell, please, please wake up." Peter fell to his knees, his head hung, his drummer-boy hair shadowing his eyes, tears forming. Tinkerbell lay there, lifeless and still. 'Hook!' Peter's thoughts hissed, Hook did this to his best friend, his only friend. Wendy, John, and Michael, they all left him when they went back to London. Oh, how many times he went back and waited for them, how many times he waited in their room with Tink. But, they never remembered him, it was like their thoughts dissipated.
He always ended up in tears, he was supposed to be brave, but then why does he feel this way? The Lost Boys were with Wendy and them, growing up, while Peter was in Never-Neverland, staying the same age.
"Please Tink, please wake up." Peter cried, tears streaming down his face, his face becoming red.
He set his fairy friend down in front of him, still on his knees, he placed his hands in front of him, his body hovering over Tinkerbell's. His golden brown hair hung low.
Blood dripped from his face, face red hot with tears. "Why? Wh-h-h-y?" He screamed, more tears flowing from his hazel eyes. Peter sat up onto his knees, he brought his hands together and clapped his hands three times. Tink still lay there lifelessly, "I do believe in fairies, I do. I do. I do." He whispered as he picked up his little friend and held her close to his face. It was no good, did Tink die?
Ah man, even the thought of Tink being dead made Peter cringe. Peter put his pinkie-finger on Tink's chest, no pulse. Even if she was a fairy, she still had a heart pulse, but it wasn't there now. Blood and tears dripped down his face and fell off his chin, "Please Tink, please. Don't stay dead, please, you're my only friend I have left. Wendy left me." Wendy. Oh, how he hated her now, but, he still left a place in his heart open up, her love still there. The little fairy didn't move an inch.
Peter dug a small hole and placed Tink gently inside, he pushed the dirt back over the hole, crying through this whole process. "I love you Tink." Peter whispered as he pushed the remaining dirt over Tink's grave.
He stood up and tried to fly, but his thoughts too disturbed by Tinkerbell's death. "Think happy thought, happy thoughts," he told himself. Peter thought of all those times with Tinkerbell he had. That got him going, he flew off into the sky…
Author Note: Another edit... Just cleaned up the grammar and spelling. This is a one-shot... Please review. It's getting lonely with only a few.