Dear Neverland - EN Trad

by MyraChance

[French to English traduction] Lilyane's a lost young woman. Since her father disappeared, Lily is stuck in hell. When all hope seems lost, she make the ultimate choice : end her own life. But even if Lily sees her death like a relief, she ends up waking up in a strange world, full of fairies and lost boys ruled by a Peter Pan who seems really different form the stories.

1. Prologue

Dear Dad,

Mom thinks it's unhealthy for me to keep up with this sort of letters. I personally think that this is a bit ironic from her, but it's better not to argue because of her condition. I know damn well that you'll never see this letter, that you'll never respond and that you'll never gonna come back home. In fact, I think that this is my way to deal with your absence and to keep you alive, in a sense. It's been nearly 3 years since your disapearance and mom's condition doesn't improve. It seems that they take good care of her at the hospital (they insists that we call it a hospital), she made a couple of friends, she has access to the pool everyday and, sometimes, it's almost like she's better. However, the truth is that she shuts herself in her own head and memories more and more. I'm afraid that one day she'll become a mere shadow. I'm scared to loose her too.

In a couple of days I'll be 18. I guess that's supposed to be a big celebration day but I'll just spend the all day and night at work. I asked a night shift in addition to my original schedule. Between the hospital fees, the rent and the bills, things kind of suck. I hate this job but I don't really have another choice. I need the money and it's hard enough to find someone ready to hire an underage girl. The situation at the club isn't ideal. Customers come less and less since the opening of another club in the neighborhood and Rusty, the manager, is constantly grumpy. So you can tell that the ambiance is shitty at work as well as in my life.

I know that I should send you a happy letter, full of funny memories that would warm your heart if you could read that… But I'm awfully tired. I don't blame you or mom. After all, between your disapearance and her mental shutdown, nothing was your fault. Still, I often feel like I was robbed of my childhood and that I was forced to grew up way to fast. I remember that, when I was little, I was really impatient to become a grown up. Now that I'm a part of this Grown Up World, I simply wish that I could be a kid again and never grow up again, like in Peter Pan's story. That's a childish thought and I know that I should forget that and work even harder. Nevertheless, I still vividly remember those winter nights where you always read me this story, kissed me on the forehead and whispered to me « Sleep well, my sweat little Lily ».

Sorry for not being stronger for you,

Your Lily.

Lilyane Branwell