Nikki Sussman February 25, 2013
Collier Creative Writing
My reality is cracked and slowly slipping away from me. As the days go on, magic continues to dim from the world that was once so spectacular.
I used to fly through the sky alongside fairies and fight pirates named Hook with lost boys, not ever wanting to grow up. In an instant, everything changed when the fairies began to die, the skies turned dark and the most wonderful thing left the lost boys. Their faces became hard and sad and before I could caw like a crow they had disappeared. Their belief had fled from the scene, leaving nothing behind. All that was left was me.
Left in disbelief, my universe became a distant memory that left scars and bruises that will last a lifetime. Each day the cracks grow larger, the scars cut deeper, crumbling my world to pieces. The one thing I never thought would run out has finally ran its course; this is the end of the life I once knew.
I am stuck in a crack; a paradoxical limbo of reality and the world I have yet to discover. My thoughts drift from fairies and magic to a place where nothingness surrounds on all four walls. I know nothing, see nothing, feel nothing. There have been days where the pieces were easy to fix and I could fall back into the life I once knew, but this time there is no fixing. I can't move. I can't make any sound in this world. I am restrained. Faint screams pry their way into my eardrums, showing me that I am in fact alive. Sometimes colors and shapes move, but within seconds the hope that maybe life would be fixed fades as I hear faint screams. Then, darkness falls.
As the days drag on, my senses begin to return. I feel less retrained but still enclosed in a white fog. I can hear people talking of a boy I once knew who believed more than anything that all of Neverland was real. Every fairy, every mermaid, every pirate, you name it. He believed enough for an entire world to spark into a reality. The tales of his life have been told around the world to children for years, and will continue to be told for years to come. I am the boy known around the world as Peter Pan, dreamer extraordinaire. I was the lost boy who was never truly lost, until that one day when his reality began to crack.