Whooooo! First chapter is up. I want at least one review before I keep going so finger crossed! I know it might not seem llike it now but this is definetly a Peter Pan fic! 3
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Keep fighting, I thought desperatly. Please, you have to keep fighting. His heartbeat was slowing now, and his eyes-bloodshot-were closing. I didn't know what else to do. All my life I had heard of him, thought of him, wanted to meet him. But now, I wondered if the stories were even true. "You're not suppposed to be able to die! What part of kid forever and never grow up don't you understand!" my tears ran down my face rapidly and my hands were shaking as he fought for breath. His eyes were closed now and I spoke to him, not even knowing if he could hear me, I whispered, "I will avenge you."
"Hmmm, yes I do wish you the best on that thought," a dark, sadistic voice whispered from behind me, and my eyes widened when I reckonized it,"but I think that would be quit hard to do while dead, my dear." I could see him raise his sword through my perefial vision, but my eyes never left the boy in front of me. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see any more. Not any more suffering, hurt, or the poor boy in front of me.
"AAAAHHHHH!" my blood-hurdling screams shattered across my room, my cheast lifting and dropping with the flying pace of my heart. My pillow was wet with a combination of tears and sweat. That had been the worst dream yet.
I had these a lot. These horrible nightmares that were so real, so disturbing. I tried to shake it off, the boy, he was bleeding so much, and the girl with the blond hair, her eyes were so pained. I could tell that she loved him, and that made it even harder to watch, to just stand by while she cried to him. What was really creepy though, the girl looked exactly like me.
I had soon shook off this thought. God Rhea, I thought desperatly, if you go around falling in love with people in your dreams your gunna end up in a nice comfy jacket with padded walls for a room. I quickly sat up and picked up my cell from my bedside table, then wished I hadn't. My phone had been turned on silent by dumb-ass me yesterday at the library and I hadn't thought to turn it up. Which meant that the alarm set on it didn't go off, and that, according to the clock on the phone, I had about 15 minutes before I had to be ready for school.
I raised off my mattress and strectched, then stood up and walked over to the room next to mine. The bed was empty (totally not surprising). Alex was probably passed out drunk in some bar's parking lot in town. She was never here.
Alex was my sister, my alchohol-loving, guy-using, 24-year-old, bitch-like sister who didn't give a gooses feathers about me. When my mom died some 2 years ago in car-crash with my large-ego father she became my legal guardian.
She basically spends every night at some bar getting hooked up with any guy she can get her hands on, and getting as much alchohol in her system as physically possible. Adding onto the fact that my mom was a doctor and my dad was a millionare bank envestor, she has all the money to just keep on and all of the lawyers to clean up her messes. Because of her being in her own little world, I basically do everything myself. I shop, I go into her account online and pay the bills, I keep my grades in perfect order, and I use the ever-discusting bus to get to school.
So yah, my life is great.
I suck in a big breath of air, reminding myslef to just keep on going, putting a rope around my neck and jumping from a tree isn't going to fix anything, and it never will. Going to my closet, I put on my gray, v-neck tee, denim jeans, and long, red zip-up hoodie. I grab a brush from my vanity and pull it through my straight dark red hair. I was kinda going through a Hayley Williams faze right now so I dyed my hair dark red, and I flat-ironed it every night so that I had taken away its boring wavy-ness and added an even more boring flatness.
By time I was at the gates on the end of our house's/mansion's property two things were happening, 1: I had a headache the size of Wisconsin and 2: the bus was coming around the corner in all its crappy, yellow glory. This was the time of day when I wished that I had one of those shofer's to drive me there in a private limosine.
Before you ask, no, I'm not one of those over spoiled valley girls with a guy on each arm. I hated the attention, and I wasn't stuck up. I hated all the frilly stuff too. Honestly, I haven't even had a boyfriend before either. I mean a lot of guys drool over me, and I could have any one I choose, but I just hadn't found anyone I actually liked yet.
The bus was a lot closer now and my head was still pounding. I mean it was getting worse, but I couldn't afford to miss a day of school so close to end of term and it would take a huge toll on my grade. So I just stood there, my legs shaking, and my face totally flushed. When the giant yellow doors creaked open and the bus driver's eyes popped open when he saw me, I stepped on.
I was like the forth or fifth person on so I basically got my pick of where to sit. I just grabbed the usual tapped-up brown seat in the back. I could definetly tell that someone on this bus had at least a hole glob of tobacco in their mouth, and the smell was filling the entire bus. "Dylan, will you please spit that out the window, my head already fricken' feels bad enough," I stared him directly in the eye, giving him my best, I-will-not-hesitate-to-punch-you stare. Not to mention I was totally pale from this random migrane, so it kinda added a vampire-ish effect.
"Sure daddy's girl whatever you want," he said spitting a huge glob of brown out of the open window.
Reflexively, my hands clenched, digging themselves into my palms. Everybody knew that because of my dad's job I was rich, and everybody knew he was dead. I might not of got along with my dad much but, hey, I still loved him. And I didn't like it when someone brought it up. I pushed the tears back into my closet of repressed emotions and just smiled sweetly and replied a,"Thanks," back at him. I then sat back into my seat, took out my cell, turned on the MP3 on it, and cranked up "never grow up" by Taylor Swift. Attempting to drown out the sadness and pain.
Your little hands wrapped around my finger
And it's so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming
So I tuck you in and turn on your favorite nightlight.
To you, everything's funny
You got nothing to regret
I'd give all I have honey
If you could stay like that
(Chorus:)
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
It could stay this simple
I won't let nobody hurt you
Wont let no one break your heart
No one will desert you
Just try to never grow up
Never grow up
You're in the car on the way to the movies
And you're mortified your mama's dropping you off
At 14, there's just so much you can't do
And you can't wait to move out
Someday and call your own shots
But don't make her drop you off around the block
Remember she's getting older too
And don't lose the way that you dance around in your PJs getting ready for school
(Chorus:)
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Taylor Swift Never Grow Up lyrics found on
It could stay this simple
No one's ever burned
Nothing's ever left you scarred
Even though you want to, just try to never grow up
Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room
Memorize what is sounded like what your dad gets home
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said
And all your little brother's favorite songs
I just realized everything I had is someday gonna be gone
So here I am in my new apartment
In a big city, they just dropped me off
It's so much colder than I thought it would be
So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on
Wish I'd never grown up
I wish I'd never grown up
Oh I don't wanna grow up
Wish I'd never grown up
Could still be little
Oh I don't wanna grow up
It could still be simple
(Chorus:)
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
It could stay this simple
Won't let nobody hurt you
Won't let no one break your heat
And even throuhg toyu want to, please try to never grow up
Don't you ever grow up
Just never grow up
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Well that sure as hell didn't help. I sighed, a mixture of sadness and frustration flowing through me. I was twelve (turning thirteen next month). I wasn't grown up, but it felt like I was. I hadn't been a kid in years. I wished I could go back to the days when Alex was still my sister, when my parents were still alive, and when I still believed in magic. I used to stay up late watching Peter Pan, and I spent so many sunny afternoons pretending to fly. I would do somersaults off of swings. Then I would just laugh when Alex came to see if I was hurt when I landed on the ground. I would tell her my happy thoughts just needed to be stronger, then go and do it again. I had so many happy thoughts then. Now though, if magic was even real, and I could really fly with pixie dust, I would just fall flat on my face like I always did.
As more songs came and went through my phone, my headache worsened and the bus became so full I was sure only a few more kids needed to be picked up now. A while later we made out way toward my own personal hell. Middle School.
School had been so much more fun when it was elementary school. When we played on the playground. When I was able to have so many friends without even trying, every single kid there was friends with everyone, and the only fights you had was who did and didn't get invited to someone's birthday party.
But now, the halls were filled with hate, not laughter. No one was friends with everyone, and no one completly trusted anyone, even their best friends. Like I even knew about having friends.
Girls had tried to be my friends, hoping my eing rich could somehow increase their popularity. I used to like it too. All of the attention made me feel pretty good about myself, but after the car accident I realized that non of them cared. They were just like my sister, using everyone else to get what they wanted. Imagine their surprise when the term after the accident (when sixth grade started) and I told them that I didn't want all of the attention just so that they could get all the Gucci sunglasses they wanted.
The bus took a sharp turn into the loop where all of the other large, rusty contraptions drove onto when they dropped us off. I grabbed my books, and slung my purse over my shoulder. Ready to get off of this depression train. When the bus stopped and I stood up, I was scared I would lose it right then. My head spun, and my eyes rolled around aimlessly. I grabbed the seat for support, struggling to keep my books in my other hand. I forced myself to move forward, fighting the blackness that threatened to take me. I needed to make it to the front office in the school so I could call a cab to take me home. And of course, (with my awesome luck) I didn't make it. On a good note, I was able to get to the doors. Sadly though, the second I moved to step off of the bus, I lost my hold on the darkness.
My mind began to swirl, and my thoughts collided together. I couldn't stop it. My vision blurred. My head felt as if it were literally melting. My entire body began to swirl together, turning into a vast, ominous ocean. It took over my...well.. everything. Soon, a gigantic tide took me over. I struggled for breath, for something to grab onto, but I couldn't find my way back to land. To my conciousness. I gasped until I could no longer even find the top of the dark waters.
Then, I drowned.
