DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ONCE UPON A TIME. I WISH I DID BUT I DON'T
I honesty love the whole concept of the dark Peter Pan and I don't think there are enough stories about him
So anyway here's the story please review
This chapter is just the beginning, but don't worry the next chapters are going to be MUCH more interesting
Lost Girl
Chapter 1- Captured
Morgan's POV
A few things you should know about me, I don't like to be told what to do, or how to do it, or most importantly, I hated to be told that I needed to grow up. I liked to do things my way, where no one could tell me no or why I'm such a big disappointment. I wouldn't let anyone know it bothered me, but if anyone ticked me off in the slightest way, they would realize why no one ever messes with me, that is if you are lucky, okay just kidding, the most I've ever done was break someone's left arm and right leg, or was it their right arm and left leg.
I slammed the door to my bedroom. I hated my life, I always felt so alone, no matter how hard I tried to pretend that my life was perfect or that I was wanted by everyone, but I couldn't keep pretending, my life was a mess and I was, unloved, unwanted, and alone. I just wanted to disappear off the face of the earth so I wouldn't have to suffer any longer. I wanted to be where no one could tell me what to do, where I would never have to grow up, Neverland. People say I'm crazy for believing in fantasies, but I know they're real; they're just like history books, except they are far more entertaining. How I would give for the life of Peter Pan and his lost boys, they had the life I could only dream of having. Even though that life sounds outrageous, it seems more practical than the life I have.
I slumped down on my bed. Today had completely sucked, my friends were complete bitches, the guy who I once loved ripped my heart to pieces and then thrown the remains in a fire, and then I come home to my little miss perfect foster sister and parents who think I'm nothing more than a girl they somehow got stuck with. I know that my parents think of me as a charity case, that I'm nothing but an orphan. I've somehow dealt with this for sixteen years, but I can't stand to go on any longer like this.
People say, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade", but I'm sick of acting like I'm happy or that I have a reason to live. Even though my world was surrounded by people, I was truly lost and alone in this world, there was no denying it. The only person who had ever truly understood me had broken my heart, and now I couldn't even stand to look at him, yet alone talk to him.
I walked over to my window and opened it. I looked up at the stars. Maybe one day my fairytale would come true, instead of me living another day in hell. I could use a break, where I would actually get a happily ever after. I wish I could just have one day where I wasn't thinking about how miserable I actually am and enjoy life instead of just going through the motions. I gazed out the windows, lost in thought about what I wished my life was really like, namely happiness and never having to grow up.
Suddenly, I saw a dark figure emerge in my room. I tilted my head to the side, it kinda looked like Peter Pan's shadow, I think it was at least, I had never seen it up close before anyways. It motioned for me to take its hand; I didn't even have time to think before the shadow grabbed my hand anyway and flew us out the window. Even though I didn't get a choice, I had to admit this was awesome, besides the whole kidnapping thing. The night view was beautiful hundreds of feet up in the air. This was the kind of life I deserved, the one filled with adventures and the hidden mysteries of the world. No more let downs on my lifetime, things were finally looking up and nobody was going to get in my way from now on, where I'm going, I won't have to worry about anything ever again. I would finally be able to be free to be me without worrying about what others think of me and having to pretend that I'm someone that I'm not.
Even though this most definitely Peter Pan's shadow, something felt off about it. The shadow seemed as cold, if not colder, as the heart of New Yorkers. I pushed it to the back of my mind, Disney movies always sugar coats anything dark so young viewers won't have nightmares, plus, shadows can't talk, so their coldness may just be coming from the fact that they're silent, right. This has to be true because Peter Pan has always been the hero; his shadow was just quiet, not rude.
However, my enjoyment of the night sky did not last long. All of a sudden I felt myself drifting off to sleep, but I wasn't tired at all. My body didn't seem to listen to my body. Even though my mind was saying "stay awake, stay awake", my body was screaming "drift off to sleep". My body won the battle and I reluctantly began to slowly shut my eyes. This was not fair, why now, something truly amazing was right beneath my eyes, but I couldn't even stay awake.
The next thing I knew, I was being dropped from the sky by the shadow, gee thanks. I fell into a clearing on an island, I think I'm in Neverland, but I'm not entirely sure. One thing was for sure; my head hurt a lot, due to falling from the sky.
I looked up to see two blurry figures; I guess waking up from falling from the sky makes your vision a little blurry. I could make out that one of them had a black hood and the other was just wearing dark, tattered clothes.
"Welcome to Neverland" the figure wearing the black hood said.
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