I love Peter Pan. So I decided to write a fanfic on it! It's my first one on Peter Pan so please have mercy. Review with comments, good or bad!


It's been two years. Two. I am now fourteen years old. I'm a woman. Yet here I am, doodling in my notebook of a boy who never ages. The teacher looks at me occasionally and stares at me as if I had lost my mind. As if it were the strangest thing in the world that a bored student would doodle in their notebook.

The thing that upsets me the most is the fact that I've never seen him. In the two years that he's been gone I've never once seen him. He promised that he'd come back. He promised that he'd see me again soon. And I've waited. Waited just like I promised I would. I've kept my end of the bargain, where is he? All I want is to see him. I don't wish to return to Neverland. I don't wish to stay young forever. I just want him. To see him, to stay with him, to love him. But no.

The students at school call me crazy. They say I'm constantly in my own world and that I've imagined half my life. They say that I've invented the Lost Boys, Peter Pan and Neverland. If it weren't for the young boys running around my house all day I would believe them I would go seek help and I would cure myself of this broken heart. But I have my brothers to remind me what is true and what is fiction. For that, I owe them my misery.

My father put me into my own room now. It was time for me to grow up. My brothers sleep in the nursery alone. the lost boys are scattered around my house. I used to drop by their rooms and tell them stories. But I stopped. I stopped talking about Peter. I stopped my childish stories. Why? Because they weren't helping anyone I had turned to those stories as a last resort. My last attempt to bring Peter back. But it didn't work.

My mother never lets me sleep with the window open. Not after the last time. The window was left open and my brothers and I disappeared. Now it's double bolted every night. I sit by the window every night expecting to find Peter somewhere. But I never do. I always end up resting my eyes and suddenly waking up in my bed. He's no where to be found.

Peter Pan is just a memory now. Nothing but a memory.

My brothers and the Lost Boys occasionally stop by my room. I'm always staring out the window. I'm always waiting for Peter to return. They never stay long enough to actually converse with me. Not anymore. Not since the last time.

Two months ago they stopped by room and saw me staring out the window. They simply asked if I had seen anything. I don't know why but I snapped. I turned to them and started yelling and screaming. I haven't said sorry yet. They don't really speak to me anymore. There's the occasional 'Hi' 'Bye' 'Excuse me' 'Sorry' 'Pass the salt, please?'

I haven't really spoken to anyone since then. Not my parents. Not the boys. Not my 'friends'. Not my teachers. When I get asked a question in class I just look at them and stay silent. When my parents tell me off I leave the room. When my 'friends' try to talk to me I ignore them. It usually results in them calling me crazy.

My parents worry about me all the time. I hear them. They think I really have gone crazy. They try to talk to the boys about it. They don't defend me, and I don't expect them to. They tell my parents that they think I've "fallen off the rocker".

Quite frankly, I don't care. Sometimes things just don't go the way people expect them to. Sometimes people promise they'll come back but never do. And when that happens it's only natural to feel a bit down about it.

I sat down at the dinner table in my usual spot. The boys were flinging their vegetables at each other. As soon as I sat down at the table they stopped and stared at me. I'm used to this by now. They expect me to have another fit. I don't really care anymore. I eat my dinner quickly and get out of the room. As I leave the table my mother tries to convince me to stay for a bit.

"Wendy, dear, it's rude to leave the table in the middle of dinner. Sit back down" she says. I ignore her and keep walking out.

"Wendy, won't don't you stay for a bit longer? Talk to us" father says. I ignore him too and continue walking out.

I sit by my window once again, waiting for Peter to fly by. He promised he would. He promised. It's been two years. He has to come eventually. He just has to.

I haven't shed a single tear over him. I haven't cried over my broken heart. I'm just grieving. It's as if he were dead. I haven't heard from him ever since he flew away after promising he'd come back. I haven't seen him since. He could be dead for all I know. And that is why I grieve.

After hours of staring at nothing I can feel my eyelids starting to weigh a ton. And so, I close them. I rest them. If Peter comes by I want him to know that I've been waiting for him right by the window.


I hate that awful feeling. I hate it when I'm sound asleep and my mother harshly opens the curtains and the sun burns my eyes. So I sigh, rub my eyes, and persuade myself to open them. I have to blink several times before I can allow myself to believe it.

I stand so quickly that my head spins. I spin around several times not believing my eyes.

"Neverland" I whisper. That's the first word I've said in two months. And it's one of the happiest words I've said.

I run around through the forest. It's real! I mean, I knew it was real, but I can't believe I'm here! The trees are the same! The mermaids are flipping around in the middle of the sea. The faeries are flying around and they're dancing. There's a pirate ship in the distance. I can't believe I'm here! I'm really here! It's all real!

There, in the distance. Possibly the happiest sight I've ever come across. The only thing in the world that could make this place any better.

"Peter?" I whispered.

"Wendy!" I barely heard him scream.

"Peter!" I start running to him and he starts running to me. Finally, he's close enough to touch. And finally, after these two awful years, I can hug him. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly. I never want to let go. And he held me in the same way.

And we just stood there. Holding each other.