"I find you, alone awhile with a heavy hand

and a dark-lit smile.

At a fine time to regret what I still don't know,

and I really want to make her mine."

She was flying.

Her arms extended out as she soared through the open sky.

She felt free- alive, like she was missing a piece of herself and now, she had finally found it. Of course though, it was dream. It always was. It started off the same way. Her flying- soaring, through the white, fluffy clouds. Then she flew into the night, no destination. Her eyes close for a split second and when they opened, she was gliding over the sea. A tiny, but noticeable island coming into her sights.

Neverland.

That's what she had discovered it was called. When she had placed her bare feet to the cool, soft sand, she was greeted by a boy. Not a boy, she thought- a teenager, slightly older than her. Someone who seemed oddly familiar to her. She didn't know how, or why she knew him, just that she did and the memories that seemed to have him in them were gone, missing from her head as if they never happened. But they did. And he reassured her that. Constantly reminding her about the times they had spent together on this large island. The games, the dancing, all of it. Then something would happen. She never could remember what. Something would usually fly past her head, hitting the sand with a thud. An arrow. Released from deep in the shrugs, concealing the person that shot it. Her mouth would drop, not literally but as the shock played across her pale flesh, her eyes wide at the thought that she was nearly killed, impaled by an arrow, she couldn't help but be afraid. She'd step back, her bare foot hitting the cold water as she looked to the edge of the forest. No sign of the person there, at least, nothing that she could see. She'd breathe out, letting a light sigh released from her rough, cracked lips, the mysterious boy that she would always see in her dreams nowhere to be found. Confusion rolled over her frame and she looked down, suddenly finding the floor interesting. Another sound, a swoosh filled her ear drums and she looked up, just in time. Or at least she thought. An arrow came flying towards her and this time it didn't miss- she didn't have the time to move. You wouldn't even know that an arrow stuck, protruding from her abdomen, blood spilling from the edges, staining her white blouse. A gasp released from her lips and she cupped the wound with her shaking hands, tears forming in the brims of her eyes. Looking up, she found him standing before her, a bow in his hand, a shocked expression crossing his beautiful face. Shaking her head, she couldn't speak, blood spilling uncontrollably from her lips. The pain never came though, not until the very last-minute. And when it did hit, a blood curdling scream released from her tender lips. He stepped towards her as she fell backwards, acting as if he was about to catch her. Before she fell completely though, a sound filled her ears and she closed her eyes. One word, her name, rolling of his tongue.

"Ellah." And with that, she hit the water. The cold, death welcoming liquid pooling around her sinking frame.

This time, she didn't wake up.

"Ellah, are you with us?" The question barely managed to reach the brunette's ears.
She was leaning over a desk, her head resting against the wooden board.
"I'm sorry, what?" Her voice was broken, the lack of sleep causing her unable to speak properly, function properly. Though, the cold, hard concrete ground didn't help either. Her back aching from sleeping on it for days on end.
"I asked you a question. A rather important one."
"What could be more important than sleeping, Miss?" She didn't mean to reply so rudely, it just came out and the moment it did, her hand clasped over her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Miss." She didn't care that there were other kids, looking upon her in the large class room. Laughter filled the room and the teacher's cries for them to quite down filled her ears. She didn't want to be here. Not with how she was at the current moment. She stood up, gathering her stuff, knowing the teacher couldn't refuse what she was about to ask.

"May I please leave, I'm not feeling to well at the moment."
Some of it was the truth, the disgusting, sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach making everything uneasy. With a simple nod, the young girl pushed her large History textbook into her back, slinging it over her aching back, resting on her shoulder. She walked to the front of the room, ignoring the stares that dug into her back, causing shivers to run up her spine. Giving a swift- thank-you nod, Ellah made her way out to door. The moment she was behind the wooden door, she breathed out an uneasy sigh, her dark red shoes tapping against the hard floor as she sprinted to the main entrance, pushing the metal doors open with that much force, they could of flown off of their hinges. But they didn't. Instead, as she raced out the crowded school, they fell back into place, as if she had never walked through them.

Everything was a blur after that. She found herself running, a short cut through the forestry that sat on the edge of the large school becoming the quickest option to make it back home. Except it wasn't home. It wasn't nothing but a place she rested her head on for a few hours a night before she found herself at her work early in the morning. A local cafe only a few minutes from the place she had been staying at, it was perfect for her. Never too busy, never too slow. Just right for the seventeen year old. Ellah ran, running as fast as her legs could take her, never worrying about the wheeze in her chest, her asthma acting up on her as she pushed herself harder than before. In no time though, she found herself to a clearing. An opening where the sun shone down on the grass and purple-blue flowers that were spread from each corner. It was beautiful. Her brow creased. A figure sitting in the middle of it all, a knee brought to his chest as he picked around at the flowers. She walked forward cautiously. For all she knew, he could be a murderer, luring young girls to his magical field and promising them their wishes as he would slit your throat or bash your head in with a rock. Her green hues never leaving his form as she made her way closer to him, a sense of familiarity flowing over her small frame.

"Hello." Her voice was wobbly, her emotions and feelings overtaking any sense of control she had. She eyed the stranger curiously, a pair of green eyes finding hers. Taking a step back, she breathed out. His features strong- unique and she couldn't stop herself from staring at him.
"Ellah" His voice was velvet like, causing a chill to run up the girls spine. She didn't know how he knew her name, but it frightened her.

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am."

It was then that everything went black, her mind blanking and her body falling.