Happy December my lovelies, DemonHeart is back with chapter 1 of my third and final installment for this trilogy and if you haven't read my first two stories (Peter Pan's return, Hook's Return) please go do that before starting this story.

I'd like to thank gillyboy for the amazing inspiration for the title of this story and because the idea was all yours this story is entirely dedicated to you, and I'd also like to thank Totalbooknerd13 for her idea, don't think I've forgotten about you, which has also given me inspiration. Thank you both.

Alrighty, please R&R and I shall see you at the bottom of the page.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan

I can't move. Everything around me is like thick liquid that seems to hold me in place and yet also seems to toss me around like that of smooth ocean waves. It's a space that never seems to end and not once since I've felt the thick dark liquid grab hold of me have I tried to escape its grasp. I'm a prisoner of this deep darkness but I cannot complain. I at least feel no pain, no misery, not a thing.

It may sound like I've given up, but truth is that there's nothing to give up. I'd lost Wendy, the boys, myself, the moment James fired his gun. There would be no saving me and somehow I had always known that. I've known it since I got to the island when I saw Nellie rush toward me at the beach. I hadn't noticed it before but it was there, the feeling that I would probably never return to London, to never be able to see Wendy again, to see her smile. I was wrong.

Yes I will never be able to see London and go to Harvard, and marry Wendy like I had planned, but at least I saw her, watched her smile one last time. Even though her smile only lasted for a split second, it was still there and nothing could have ruined that, not Hook, not James, not even my own death.

Although the last thing I had seen was the bright light that surrounded me and Wendy's tear stained face, I cannot say that I felt any pain. Everything had happened so fast that before I knew it I was consumed in darkness, grabbed by the thick liquid that holds me hostage now. If this is where you go after death I cannot complain. It's peaceful and there's nothing, nothing but the darkness and my thoughts that hold no sadness, anger, or fear. Just pure bliss and the warm caring memories of my life that I replay like that of on old movie, keeping it on repeat and never getting bored of the images.

Sighing, I look around wondering if there is anyone else in this darkness for once. Is teacher here? If she is I would like nothing more than to go with her. To have her company and remember happy memories of when we were alive in Neverland. I would enjoy nothing else.

I don't know how long I've been in this darkness. It could be seconds since I've arrived, minutes, hours, days, months, maybe even years. It feels like it's been forever but at the same time it feels like I've barely arrived here. I can only wonder and even then I don't ponder it much because it doesn't seem important to me, at least not anymore.

Heaven or hell, this is where I belong now and I can only pray to God, if there is one, to keep my Wendy and my boys safe. Wherever they are I only wish for their safety and hope that they somehow found a way home back to London. Back to the arms of their parents to never return to Neverland which, even though has given them wonderful memories, has also cursed them with nightmares.

Neverland was my home and I always knew that they did not belong, but I wanted them there anyway. I cursed them, but now that I was gone they were free do as they pleased. Hopefully they would take the chance to get away from that hell and forget the bad memories and make them into disregarded nightmares like many people do.

Peter Pan no longer existed, except in the stories that Wendy would probably repeat to her children one day and hopefully she would never remember me. She would remember the name, but not the actual person and that was good because it meant she would not shed a single tear for me. I hated watching her cry, even now that I'm gone it still seems to tear at me and that is why I wish for her to forget me, to forget the name Neverland...to forget Peter Pan ever existed.

"Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it."
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

I know that chapter is too short for the first chapter but bear with me because it has a purpose, like every other nonsense that I write. I still hope that you enjoyed it either way.

So I was planning on posting this later on but the torture was just too much for me so I posted today. Hope it brought you a smile cuz' it brought one for me.

Shout outs from chapters of the last story...

disneyclassics101 - Thank you for favoriting Hook's Return.

gillyboy - Yes I know you expected that and that is the twist in this story that you'll later figure out, but you are somewhat right. I haven't really planned on how I'm going to make Wendy yet but her breaking down and going a bit insane does sound interesting. Plus thank you again for the title idea.

XxLost-In-The-EchoxX - thank you so much for following me and favoriting me.

Totalbooknerd13 - Yes they tried.

Yep!

I cried as well and thank you so much.

AbigaleNadinee - Thank you for following me

Abi (Guest) - I'm glad you liked the dedication.

MyllaMD - Thank you as well for following me

elking7541 - thank you for favoriting me as well.

Well that's all for today, I should be posting on Tuesday unless I get sidetracked, which hopefully wont happen.

Anywho, if you are enjoying my story so far please follow, favorite, and review - remember, reviews are a writers candy - and if you have any
questions or ideas you'd like to see put into this story you can also PM me and i'll gladly add it in the story.

Until next time my lovelies.