Hi! This is my first fan fiction story… Ever. I've been wanting to write something for a while, I've just been too scared to post it. But here we are, I've plucked up the courage… Hopefully it won't be too painful to read :D

I hope you enjoy it (:

Heartbeat.

It had been colder this winter than it had the last. The sky was a very dark blue with only the stars to light it. Small white flakes fell from the heavens and covered the streets in a clean, smooth blanket of snow.

Couples walked beneath, treading their marks onto the previously untouched, brilliant whiteness. Their laughs filled the air and gave the cold, crisp evening a sense of warmth.

I watched as they talked trying to ignore the sick feeling that seemed to be growing in the pit of my stomach. The nursery window was open, as always, and I stood watching the world go by from up here in the safety of childhood innocents… Only I knew that these innocents could never last.

For tomorrow my whole world would change.

There'd be no time for playing, for laughing or for thinking of stories. It'd be the end of imagination and freedom and there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it.

"Wendy?" A quiet voice sounded behind me. I turned to see Michael, dressed ready for bed. Sleep made his eyes look tired as he slowly made his way farther into the nursery. "Mother and father want to speak with you." He mumbled as he climbed into bed and let his head hit the softness of his pillow. I nodded and with a long sigh I took a step back from the nursery window and pulled the wooden ledge down. It closed with a quiet thud and I took my leave, wishing Michael a goodnight before leaving the room.

I turned left and walked towards my own room hoping that the talk with mother and father could wait until tomorrow. My hopes however were dashed as I turned into my room to see mother peering out of the window. I cleared my throat, making my presence known and carried on into the room.

"Michael said you wanted to talk with me?" I asked sitting on the bed and pulling the covers up, over my knees. Mother nodded and turned from whatever was keeping her gaze.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?" She asked with a smile that never quite reached her eyes. I stared at her blankly for a second before shaking my head slowly. "But Wendy, tomorrow is your fifteenth birthday" Mother said with that very same smile. "Tomorrow you are to become a woman" I tried to hide my wince as she said that word.

Its not that I was against growing up, I'd like to be a grown up one day… But the process seemed horrid and on going, like torture.

"Yes." I replied with a nod as my mother perched opposite me on the bed. "But that means parties." I began. "Small talk, tight dresses, pretending to be civil with those you do not like, drinking tea and marriage." Mother let out a soft chuckle as I huffed, feeling helpless in this unchangeable situation.

"You missed out children Wendy." Mother placed a hand on my knee. "Does that seem so horrid too? Becoming a mother? Having a family of your own?" I sighed quietly.

I did want children. I wanted to tell them stories, to listen as they made up their own stories, I wanted to watch as they discovered their imagination and lived with no fear of the unknown.

"I would like to be a mother." I admitted falling back into the comfort of my bed. "I just…"

"You just what?" Mother asked standing from my bed and moving over to the lamp that lit the room dimly.

"I just whished that I'd have one last adventure before becoming a woman." I whispered trying to swallow the newly formed lump in my throat.

"Wendy," My mother started in a stern voice. "You cannot wait for something that will surely not come." Her voice was of a mater of a fact. I felt helpless and alone in this big room all by myself. "It is time to stop these silly bedtime stories and pull your head out from those clouds." Mother continued pulling the glass up from over the lamp. "You will be a woman tomorrow," My heart dropped in defeat as she reminded me again of what I was to become. "A new Wendy." She finished, blowing out the light and placing the glass cover back on top.

"Goodnight mother." I whispered as she kissed me on the forehead and took her leave, closing the door behind her.

I watched the ceiling in silence and allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I thought about tomorrow. How it would be. How I was supposed to act now I was a… A woman.

I thought of who would be there… The boys for sure. Mother, father, aunt, Nana… Everyone.

The long chain on my neck became heavy. I placed a hand on my chest to feel the acorn still there. My reality. My kiss.

I thought of him. His smile, his eyes and his laugh...

I wondered if he thought of me.

He promised me he wouldn't forget me.

He promised he'd come back.

But now it's too late.

Tomorrow I was to become a woman.

A new Wendy.

My eyes stung from what I put down to tiredness and I blinked away the salty water.

I'd go with him in a heartbeat if he asked me.

I closed my eyes reluctantly. If I slept, it would only being tomorrow here sooner… But I could not fight with the heaviness of my eyelids.

With one last tired sigh I surrendered to sleep, trying to banish all thoughts of tomorrow from my mind.

"Wendy"

The whisper of a familiar boyish voice coaxed me into my dreams, into where imagination was reality, where I could be whoever I wanted to be… Where I was free.

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Okay so here it is… What did you think?

I'd love to hear what you thought of my writing or if you have any ideas of what you'd like to see in this story. I can handle constructive criticism too if that's what you have to offer.

There is a possibility of this becoming a story rather than a oneshot, I'd just need to think of some ideas.

Thanks for reading :D

Peace and love, Patience159.