Oh my gosh! The sequel, eep!

If you didn't catch the first book to this, please go read Saving Neverland!

I hope you enjoy!

A lot has happened and changed since I returned from Neverland. We returned in the second week of June. When I got home my mom went crazy. She wasn't happy with my return, she showed no excitement. She just yelled at me. She yelled at me for at least three days straight. The police had to be notified of my return so once they came they sent me to a hospital. They had to make sure everything was okay.

After that I was sent to a different hospital. It was for 'pyschos'. I wasn't in for a very long time, which I'm so grateful for. It was so dreadfully awful. You were watched 24/7 and you could hardly do anything. I was in for about a week, maybe a little longer. I realized I needed to lie. I couldn't talk about Neverland. I had to lie, say that I was just really joking with my mom, like she does with me. I probably couldn't have stayed in there much longer anyways, my mom didn't want to pay for the hospital bill. She didn't want to help me. I was causing a problem for her and she just wanted it all to end. I was released out of the hospital by the end of June, which I think my mom was more excited about it then I actually was.

Everything was alright in the beginning of July, aside from my parents being crazy. My dad didn't like dealing with everything that was going on so he was constantly working, and my mom despised me. She constantly nagged me about how much she had to spend on me. How she could've used the money in a better way, like a vacation or something. I couldn't handle her for very long so for the beginning of July I was always out. I didn't have many friends anymore. Cami and I hadn't spoken yet. Not one word. The only friends I had left were either on vacation somewhere or some of them just dis-owned me. Mid-July is when everything went down hill.

I woke up one day feeling bad. I figured it was just allergies, y'know? Eyes watering, constant sneezing, a nagging cough, so I ignored it. I continued to ignore it until almost the end of July. It hadn't gone away, or gotten better. In fact, it got a whole lot worse. I barely had any energy and I was constantly sleeping, and it was so hard to wake up when I did fall asleep. Of course when I had brought it up to my mom she yelled at me. She didn't want to have to spend another butt load of money on a stupid hospital bill. She told me to go stuff some ibuprofen down my throat and get over it. I tried that. It didn't work. Throughout this whole thing my powers some how just seemed to be getting stronger, and harder to control. Every time I thought I had gotten it down on how to control them, they suddenly just got stronger. At least I hadn't done any real damage, yet.

Now it's in the middle of October. I've been in school for about two months. I'm really sick. I go from having insomnia, to not being able to get enough sleep. I can hardly concentrate. I've been getting straight C's and D's on everything. I haven't gotten one A this year, which is not normal for me. Anything I eat I throw it up, at least most of the time. I generally can get one or two granola bars in me a day without throwing up, but that's it. I can hardly walk. It takes me like ten minutes just to get to my other class. Just recently I've started coughing up blood. I'm really sick. I've begged my mom to take me to the doctor, but she wont. If she doesn't take me soon, I really think I could die. I don't know what is wrong with me.

I wish I hadn't left Peter. That's my biggest regret. I don't know why I chose to stay here. It's just been a big mess since I got back. I really hope this year goes by fast.

School life was hard in the very beginning. Like I said earlier, I had just about zero friends. Cami and I barely spoke, and if we did it was usually rude remarks. I was mocked and bullied a bit in the beginning. They all made jokes of the whole Neverland and me 'missing', thing. Sometimes they made me mad, and I had to learn to keep from using my powers to slam them up against a wall or something. I wanted to snap a few of their necks, but I couldn't. I had to remain good. I couldn't let this evil over power me. Through it all I managed to make a friend. His name is Dustin. He has basically become my new best friend. He doesn't mock me for the whole Neverland thing, but maybe he doesn't know much about that, since he's new and all. Once we became friends things started getting a little better, or at least at school. The bullying seemed to subside, though I think that Is because I was no longer afraid of them, but instead they were afraid of me. Their plan kinda back fired I guess you could , I became the bully. I mean, they were being mean to me first, its only fair, right? Besides, if they're afraid of me, they wont hurt me. I think that's the one main thing I learned since my returning, that it's better to be feared, because when you're feared, nothing nor nobody stands in your way.

Dustin's POV

" What are we going to do today?" I questioned Wendy. It was a very valid question, considering it was a bright and sunny Saturday.

"I don't know." She coughed a bit after she spoke. " I figured we could stay In or something. Im really cold and tired and thought we could just stay here and watch some movies or something. Besides if we go out there's a bigger chance we could run into Cody and Im really not in the mood for that."

" Is he still trying to talk to you?" I asked, amazed at his determination to get her back. You would think after a while he would understand it was pointless, but he just keeps coming back.

"Yes." She groaned as she pulled the blue blanket on her bed, on top of her. "It's like he doesn't understand that I broke up with him! I've had to block his number. He won't quit calling, or texting. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to stop by yet. Im not complaining though."

" Well he doesn't deserve you." I smiled as I adjusted my feet to fit under a small portion of the blue blanket that was covering Wendy.

"Aww." Wendy cooed sarcastically. We both laughed and then she quickly kicked off the covers.

"Im gonna go grab some movies and some food, you wanna come?" Wendy said as she was getting ready to head for the door.

"Sure." I spoke quickly as I hopped off of the bed. As I walked behind Wendy I had to quickly stop, because she stopped and started coughing. I looked at her for a moment and she grabbed her chest in what seemed to be pain.

"Not again." I think I heard her mumble. Then she started into a coughing fit again, releasing her arms from her chest.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I looked at her worried. I knew she was sick, and I hated when she had these coughing fits. She was about to nod when she looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. She looked at it a bit horrified and started coughing again.

" I need to get your mom." I spoke quickly as I bolted for the door.

"No, she wo-" She started saying before she just stopped and collapsed onto the grey carpet floor. My eyes went wide and I quickly knelt down next to her.

"Wendy!" I screamed as I shook her body. She was unconscious and blood was surrounding her mouth. " Wendy!" I yelled even louder. " Call 911!" I screamed as loudly as I could. " 911!" I screamed over and over again. Suddenly Wendy's mom came running up the stairs and into Wendy's room. She stared confused at her daughter's body laying on the ground.

" Call 911! She's really sick." I screamed at her mom as I stared at Wendy.

"She's fine." Her mom choked out.

"She's laying unconscious on the ground, and five minutes ago she was coughing up blood! She's not okay!" I screamed at her mom who seemed to care nothing about her.

"Fine." Her mom managed as she slowly seemed to grab the phone from her pocket.

"I'll do it." I growled as I jumped up from next to Wendy and snatched the phone from her mom's grasp. I quickly unlocked it and dialed 911.

"Yes. My best friend. She, she, was coughing up blood. She's been sick lately. She was coughing up blood and passed out. She's unconscious." I told the 911 dispatcher frantically, though trying to remain calm.

The next ten minutes was all a blur. Suddenly there was an ambulance outside and next thing I know Wendy is being carried out on a stretcher.

"Shes going to be okay, right?" I ask as I try to climb in the back of the ambulance, but am pushed back by the men closing the doors. I didn't get an answer.

"Right?" I yelled loudly, though I knew they couldn't respond to me, or even if they did I wouldn't be able to hear them.

The last thing I remember strongly is Wendy's mother rambling on about how much this is going to cost her, and me slapping her on the face.

Now Im sitting outside, looking up at the sky, pleading for Wendy to be okay.

I hope you liked it! Please give this a chance if it seems iffy to you. This will be a bit of a dark book in some chapters, but I hope you like it!

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