Saving Peter

by Beatrice B

This story is about Peter's struggle after Wendy left. It has been two years and Wendy is 16, she is on the cusp on marriage elligiblity and has many suitors. She still misses Peter, even worse is that her family has fallen on hard times. Even if Peter did come for her, she was expected to marry a wealthy man restoring the family name. Peter is starting to grow up because of Wendy.

1. Peter's Lament

I have been testing ideas; for some reason I am finding this particular story difficult to write. I am going to try and formulate how I saw this in my dream, which is where I got this idea. Please bare with me, I may rewrite it again.

Peter's Lament

1) Shock

Just like that, she left me. I got up the next morning and I didn't feel anything at all, no joy; no anger, just empty. Empty. I had never heard silence in Neverland before. There were no birds outside. In. Out. In. Out. Each breath was the same word, Wendy. The world was falling around me, nothing felt real. Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep. The next morning was easier; I smiled once, I even flew a little until... Tink mentioned her.

2)Denial

I forced myself not to think. Tinkerbell was chiming at me. I listened with one ear, with the other I focused on the sound of my panpipes. I felt choked of oxygen, restless... like I don't know what to do with myself. The air outside felt nice on my cheeks. I flew high, as high as I could; I told myself that everything is fine. I am fine. I am happy. "I am youth, I am joy; I am..." FALLING! I tumbled towards the earth, the sky overcast with sun peaking through, I wasn't scared. I managed to think of a bittersweet memory. THUD - Neverland feels colder than I remember. I can't deny it any longer, she left me. I push my hands deep into the cold dirt; when I look up - a storm is on the horizon.

3) Anger

I am ANGRY. I WANT TO PUNCH SOMETHING, SOMEONE. WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME WENDY? Rage consumes me, my palms shake. I HATE YOU, HATE MYSELF. I chase down the Jolly Roger, none of the pirates want to fight me?I draw my sword and manage a crow. "Put it away boy, you don't want to cause trouble do ye?" says Smee. I need to get my anger out, but I waver; looking around. None of the Pirates have thier blades drawn. They don't seem to want to fight. I am having a fit.

"I am begging you, FIGHT ME NOW! PLEASE, PLEASE.." New captain Smee, he actually looks sorry for me. My shoulders stiffen, I set my jaw; I draw my knife again. This time the Pirates draw their swords out of defense. Instead of attacking them I sit down, the sky looks like a storm is coming(Peter's emotions control Neverland's weather) I hold the blade in my palm, blood oozes out. Everything is clearer, I lick the blood off my hand. Disgust. I am disgusted at myself. I just licked my own blood. I fly towards the Indian camp but hit the dirt running, moving. I don't dare tell them about my hand, If I lose my momentum I will shatter.