The end of us
Ch.1
"Mother, will you tell me a story?"
"About what my darling child?"
"About Peter Pan! You know, my favorite. The one where Peter comes back for Wendy when she is grown-up."
"Ah, yes. That one is your favorite isn't it my dear?"
"Very much so mamma!"
"Okay, this is how it begins..."
"Peter! You won't forget me, will you?" Wendy asked trying not to cry.
Peter was shocked to see that Wendy had seen him start to leave. He turned around and hesitantly answered, with a smile,
"Me, forget. Never!"
As he turned to leave Wendy called out to him again,
"Will you come back?"
"To hear stories...about me!"
With that, he left me. He said he would come back, but I should of known that he only said that to make me feel better. Yes he might of meant it at the time, but you see, Peter Pan had so many adventures that he soon forgot of everything he had said to Wendy. In fact he seemed to forget almost everything he said to anyone, but he never forgot Wendy.
It has been five years since she last saw Peter Pan. She never forgot about Peter Pan. She told stories of their adventures to her new brothers and her old brothers. Despite the fact that she was 17, she would not grow up and forget of the amazing tales. Her parents gave her a room to herself, but this did not stop her from believing.
John was told to grow up as well. For him, it was easier than it was for Wendy. Of course, that is only because he did not fall in love with such a charming young boy. John was a man himself. He was learning to work at the bank with his father. In hope that one day, he would become the head of the bank. He always told Wendy to stop telling the children such nonsense.
"I will not stop telling them the stories of our past! You yourself were engaged in them once. In fact it was not too long ago," Wendy protested.
"I do not remember of such things." John proclaimed.
A tear ran down Wendy's cheek.
"You are just like any other adult, trying to ruin all the children's fun. Can't you have some adventure in your life now?"
"Life is an adventure Wendy!" "Take a look, you are a women, not a child!" John yelled.
"You are such a nuisance! You do not know the meaning of fun anymore,"
Her face went soft as a tear ran down her cheek,
"You sound just like father. Always telling me to grow up and always telling the boys to grow up! They are just children John!"
"Look at what you are saying Wendy. This is childish. You do need to grow up!"
"No John, you need to grow up." Wendy replied hotly.
With that she stormed out of the nursery and into her bedroom. She flung herself on the bed and started to cry. She did not understand how her brother got to an end such as this. How could he be such a coward to face adventure, to face his past? Why it was only five years ago that he had ventured to Neverland and he never wanted to go back. Now, he has forgotten all about Neverland and fairies, Captain Hook, the Jolly Roger, everything! Even, Peter Pan.
Wendy's mother walked in the room and sat beside her on her bed. She started rubbing her back saying,
"There, there my dear. It is alright."
"No it is not mother!" Wendy yelled.
"Why not?"
"John has forgotten everything mother! He even forgot how to have fun and how to believe in his past. How is that alright?"
"Wendy, your brother is a man now. Men do not worry about these things. Yes it is astonishing that he has forgotten such an amazing past, but that will not trouble him anymore. I'm sorry to tell you this, but your brother has grown up to be a respectable young man. A man that does not play around with such childish things," Mrs. Darling said trying to calm Wendy.
"Childish things! You yourself mother believed in Peter Pan. How do you call it childish?"
"My dear, I am a women and have children of my own. I cannot think of such things. For if I did, I would not know of you and your brothers. I would not want to grow up or have a family,"
"I understand, but why does he have to stop believing?" Wendy asked.
"That is his choice darling, maybe you should ask him."
"I cannot do that." Wendy replied.
"And why not?"
"Did you not hear? We were in an argument over the fact that he doesn't believe anymore. I do not want to go through that again. Especially within the boys hearing."
"Yes, I see..." Mrs. Darling said being cut off by Wendy,
"Then, he tells me to grow up! He sounds just like father, mother. Oh, sorry for interrupting you, I did not mean to."
"That is alright, but don't you think that it would be wise to look into your future? You are 17, a young woman. Any man could marry you. You need to start looking for them. Why don't you go to your Aunt's house for a few weeks so you can get away from this house."
"Leave, for how long? A few weeks could turn into a year! NO! I will not go!"
"Wendy, why do you yell? There is no need for that temper. Just go to sleep and think it over. I'm sure it will come along."
"Mother, I do not want to go to her house. It is very uncomfortable. No one will be there to keep me company. I cannot tell anymore stories to the boys, and..."
She did not want to think of the last thought. She might forget of Peter Pan. Or, if he comes back, he will never be able to find her.
"Darling, just think it over. Everything will be fine. Just go to sleep. You need your rest." Mrs. Darling said calmly.
"Yes mother, I am very sorry for my behavior. Have the heart to forgive me. I will think it over. Good night mother."
"I forgive you, good night my dearest Wendy."
Mrs. Darling left the room and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the door and sighed.
Ch.1
"Mother, will you tell me a story?"
"About what my darling child?"
"About Peter Pan! You know, my favorite. The one where Peter comes back for Wendy when she is grown-up."
"Ah, yes. That one is your favorite isn't it my dear?"
"Very much so mamma!"
"Okay, this is how it begins..."
"Peter! You won't forget me, will you?" Wendy asked trying not to cry.
Peter was shocked to see that Wendy had seen him start to leave. He turned around and hesitantly answered, with a smile,
"Me, forget. Never!"
As he turned to leave Wendy called out to him again,
"Will you come back?"
"To hear stories...about me!"
With that, he left me. He said he would come back, but I should of known that he only said that to make me feel better. Yes he might of meant it at the time, but you see, Peter Pan had so many adventures that he soon forgot of everything he had said to Wendy. In fact he seemed to forget almost everything he said to anyone, but he never forgot Wendy.
It has been five years since she last saw Peter Pan. She never forgot about Peter Pan. She told stories of their adventures to her new brothers and her old brothers. Despite the fact that she was 17, she would not grow up and forget of the amazing tales. Her parents gave her a room to herself, but this did not stop her from believing.
John was told to grow up as well. For him, it was easier than it was for Wendy. Of course, that is only because he did not fall in love with such a charming young boy. John was a man himself. He was learning to work at the bank with his father. In hope that one day, he would become the head of the bank. He always told Wendy to stop telling the children such nonsense.
"I will not stop telling them the stories of our past! You yourself were engaged in them once. In fact it was not too long ago," Wendy protested.
"I do not remember of such things." John proclaimed.
A tear ran down Wendy's cheek.
"You are just like any other adult, trying to ruin all the children's fun. Can't you have some adventure in your life now?"
"Life is an adventure Wendy!" "Take a look, you are a women, not a child!" John yelled.
"You are such a nuisance! You do not know the meaning of fun anymore,"
Her face went soft as a tear ran down her cheek,
"You sound just like father. Always telling me to grow up and always telling the boys to grow up! They are just children John!"
"Look at what you are saying Wendy. This is childish. You do need to grow up!"
"No John, you need to grow up." Wendy replied hotly.
With that she stormed out of the nursery and into her bedroom. She flung herself on the bed and started to cry. She did not understand how her brother got to an end such as this. How could he be such a coward to face adventure, to face his past? Why it was only five years ago that he had ventured to Neverland and he never wanted to go back. Now, he has forgotten all about Neverland and fairies, Captain Hook, the Jolly Roger, everything! Even, Peter Pan.
Wendy's mother walked in the room and sat beside her on her bed. She started rubbing her back saying,
"There, there my dear. It is alright."
"No it is not mother!" Wendy yelled.
"Why not?"
"John has forgotten everything mother! He even forgot how to have fun and how to believe in his past. How is that alright?"
"Wendy, your brother is a man now. Men do not worry about these things. Yes it is astonishing that he has forgotten such an amazing past, but that will not trouble him anymore. I'm sorry to tell you this, but your brother has grown up to be a respectable young man. A man that does not play around with such childish things," Mrs. Darling said trying to calm Wendy.
"Childish things! You yourself mother believed in Peter Pan. How do you call it childish?"
"My dear, I am a women and have children of my own. I cannot think of such things. For if I did, I would not know of you and your brothers. I would not want to grow up or have a family,"
"I understand, but why does he have to stop believing?" Wendy asked.
"That is his choice darling, maybe you should ask him."
"I cannot do that." Wendy replied.
"And why not?"
"Did you not hear? We were in an argument over the fact that he doesn't believe anymore. I do not want to go through that again. Especially within the boys hearing."
"Yes, I see..." Mrs. Darling said being cut off by Wendy,
"Then, he tells me to grow up! He sounds just like father, mother. Oh, sorry for interrupting you, I did not mean to."
"That is alright, but don't you think that it would be wise to look into your future? You are 17, a young woman. Any man could marry you. You need to start looking for them. Why don't you go to your Aunt's house for a few weeks so you can get away from this house."
"Leave, for how long? A few weeks could turn into a year! NO! I will not go!"
"Wendy, why do you yell? There is no need for that temper. Just go to sleep and think it over. I'm sure it will come along."
"Mother, I do not want to go to her house. It is very uncomfortable. No one will be there to keep me company. I cannot tell anymore stories to the boys, and..."
She did not want to think of the last thought. She might forget of Peter Pan. Or, if he comes back, he will never be able to find her.
"Darling, just think it over. Everything will be fine. Just go to sleep. You need your rest." Mrs. Darling said calmly.
"Yes mother, I am very sorry for my behavior. Have the heart to forgive me. I will think it over. Good night mother."
"I forgive you, good night my dearest Wendy."
Mrs. Darling left the room and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the door and sighed.
