Disclaimer: this story is inspired by "Lost Girl" by surfing bandit.

Its is kind of like the story but my version. So please don't mind.

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Bridget's POV

I run home with a broken heart, and feeling like a fool. As I run I hear people laughing from his house, Jacobs house. I run faster to avoid everyone. When I finally reach my house I think about why this happens to me.

I walk inside my empty house, it was quite which is the usual because parents aren't here because they are working off island and don't give a crap about me. They call me "the mistake". They never cared and everyday since I was little when they weren't there I had to learn how to help myself since there was always no one. By help myself I mean I punch my way through things. And ever since I always felt alone, unloved, and uncared for, even though there is so many people on this earth. There was never a day were I was like 'i love life'. I sometimes wish I never existed or if I could just stop living so I wouldn't have to suffer.

I can't let things get to me it shows that I'm weak, which makes people to take advantage, and people who try to play me just get beat up by thunder and lightning.(A.K.A. My biceps) Just kidding. Like last time this 'popular girl' called me ugly. Let's just say she got so badly hurt she is the ugly one now. Hehe. You could probably guessed what happened. So people don't mess with me. I'm known as being tough and being the strongest.

No one wants to be next to me because of fear. So I was always alone. Until this one guy, this one guy who I thought could be trusted just.."No I can't let my emotions get in the way", I say to myself with a tear in the verge of falling down my cheek.

I lay in bed, it's like 2am, I think to myself what would it be like if I didn't have people telling me what to do, no problems, none of this feeling of unloved, and to be perfect. Though I pretend things will get better, they never do, no matter how hard I try they just never do. I just can't keep pretending. But what else is there for me to do?

I drift off to sleep thinking about fairy tales and how they always get their happy endings. Snow White lived a bad life but had a happy ending with her true love. Though I don't want my happy ending with a boy, cause boys are stupid. But the one thing that really catches my attention is Peter Pan. I imagine myself going to Neverland, having no one to tell me what to do and to be a kid forever! "Neverland", I say to myself. If only it were real...

Tap tap.
"Go away" I said
TAP TAP it tapped louder

Then I realised there is no one here because I live alone duh. I wake up shocked and kinda confused. I see a shadow? The dark figure then opens my window and climbs I my room. I jump out of bed and go the opposite side of my room. It motions towards me, for the first time in 10 years I was scared, I was kind of weirded out at first then I remember Peter Pan and his shadow. Has he come for me? The shadow motioned me to grab it's hand. I try to say something but it grabs me and flies out the window.

It grasps me tight and secure so I won't fall.
My eyes widen as I see the city. I was so excited, a new life, new beginning, and people will actually like me. I was so happy to see what was ahead of me, and adventurous life perhaps. But something was not right about this shadow though it seemed dark and evil and had a cold soul. I don't know maybe it's just me. After awhile my eyes slowly drop, I try to keep them open but seeing it's the middle of the night and thinking all night about what happened yesterday made me drift off the sleep..again.