A Visit to the Forgotten
"Not more then 2 days left, then we will be rid of the sickly thing." The middle-aged man said, a grateful tone in his deep voice. He had short blonde hair that was sleeked back, a stiffness about him, leaving all who meet him with an uncomfortable feeling.
"Jeffery, don't say that, she might hear!" A woman around the same age as Jeffery came behind him, her voice as high as high could go. Her brown hairs tied in a very neat and fashionable bun, a pale pink dress made her plumpness look like a pink blueberry. Looking toward the door marked "231" a fake kindness flickering in her smile.
"Why should I care, if she hears or not!" Turning toward the plump woman, Jeffery seemed to want the young child dead. Most likely 6 feet under was better then alive.
The 13 year old girl turned her head, her black hair covering her sight, her icy blue eyes looked out the large open window, her pale skin had goose bumps up and down her arms. The pain excruciating from the scars and cuts up and down both her arms. Carefully she rubbed her arms, making sure not to reopen any scabs. Just last week the doctors stopped coming as often and she knew her time was limited, but leaving this world would feel better then staying and facing a life time of anger and pain.
"Kari, we need to rebind your arms. Can you sit up please?" A young nurse's gentle voice drifted to her ears, she sat up the pain in her chest made her wince. The nurse pulled up a chair next to her hospital bed, her light brown shoulder length hair swayed in the movement, her amber eye's concentrated at her job. The nurse knew Kari was watching her open the lotion Kari always said stung.
"Madeline, can you tell me one last story, I know I have less time then they say," Kari's blank cold voice echoed in Madeline's ears, the tears welling in Madeline's eyes. Kari looked at the nurse, "tell me of your grandmothers adventures again, please once more." Kari's eyes never pleaded in the time Madeline had been her nurse, but now the plea in them looked like her last desperation at losing herself, away from death. Kari started coughing again, her whole body shaking; her coughing attack subsided after about 3 minutes of horrible wheezing.
Kari had lost all hope in dreams and imagination, leaving her almost emotionless and hard as rock, every day her parents would sit in the lobby near her room (look bored) and tell each other of what they were going to do once Kari was gone. Kari would listen and never say a word, Madeline would tell her stories, and Kari would listen hardly saying a word.
"Neverland is not real and Peter Pan is not real, but knowing other people believe, live, and have hope does help." Kari's voice sounded sad and disappointed, she held her arm out for Madeline to lather in lotion.
"Peter Pan was a boy who never wanted to grow up," Madeline's voice was shaky at first, but she loved to tell the stories, recalling the adventures her grandmother told her, her mom always said Madeline was the best storyteller next to Wendy. Watching Kari's face while she lathered on the lotion, Kari looked blank and unreadable; she stared intently at the wall. Madeline told her the wonderful adventures, her words filled the room so you almost saw Peter Pan slashing at the dreaded Captain Hook, all engaged in a battle, you could hear the clang of metals and the grunts of the defeated pirates.
"Peter flew at Captain Hook," Madeline had finished rebinding Kari's arm but she kept on telling the story.
Incredible pain shot through Kari's body, she whimpered while Madeline kept telling her the story, Madeline glanced at one of the machines lined next to Kari's bed. The soft beeping grew faster; the arrows on the dials moved dangerously, Madeline panicked pressing the Doctor button on the side railing on Kari's bed. Then Madeline continued with her story, she knew Kari was going to make it through the night, but how much of tomorrow would Kari see?
"After that Wendy never saw Peter Pan, she knew he would forget, for a young boy with so many adventures is bound to forget." Madeline looked sadly at Kari, who was slipping into sleep, not peaceful or restful, just sleep.
After checking the machines Madeline left, but she forgot to shut the window. The breeze swept through the room as Kari slept, the curtains fluttered. Kari woke with a start, another restless night for her.
Kari looked at the window, studying the flutter of curtains. Then she saw it, her eyes widened as the small ball of light entered the room, a few seconds later feet gently landed on the ground in the hospital room. Kari gasped sitting up in the bed, the young boy looked around, his short dirt blonde hair rustled in the wind. The ball of light came in front of his face tuging gently on his hair, he turned and saw Kari his mystifying green eyes entranced her.
"It can't be, " The tears started sliding down her face landing on the white sheets, her breath caught in her throat, another coughing fit started, this time it was worse. You could hear how choked she was getting, fear in her face, as the cough wouldn't stop. Once the coughing subsided again she looked up at the figure standing at the foot of her bed, "are you... Peter Pan?"
