Escape to Neverland

by Vampiregirl1312

Hayley Collins is a 16 year old girl. She goes to school, spends time with friends and family and she gets bullied. A lot. For her looks, likes and personality. She finally breaks and she starts to harm herself. She feels it is all over until Peter Pan himself visits and whisks her away to Never land. Will Hayley return home? Has Peter Pan found a reason to grow up? T to be safe

1. Prologue

A/N –Hey so I'M BACK!

New way of thinking and new story : D

Once again there will be slow updates due to A-levels but I will try as hard as I can to post at least once a month so please be patient.

This came to me at half 1 this morning and I spent an hour jotting down ideas and came up with the first chapter… here it is

Chapter 1

It happened again today. They always find a reason to hurt me. Today's reason was my storybook, I know its childish for a 16 year old to read fairy tales but the hero in them – Peter Pan- connects with me for some reason, the fact that he can fly away from his problems and comes to the aid of scared and frightened children. I guess a small part of me hopes and prays that he's real and will come to my rescue.

But let me start at the beginning (after all it is a very good place to start) my name is Hayley Collins, I'm 16 years old and I am what you would call an outcast.

When I was 13, I was attacked on the way home from my friend's house. This man grabbed me, held a knife to my throat and dragged me into a nearby ally. I tried to fight but his hold was too strong and he started to slash at my clothes with the knife. I was so scared that I just stood there paralysed but luckily a nearby Police Officer heard my initial scream and came to my aid. But I didn't get away unharmed, the man lashed out with the knife and caught my cheek. Now there is a large scar and no matter how much I try to cover it up, people still notice it and that scar is what started the torment.

A girl called Sydney was the first to see it at school and she automatically started whispering to her friends and pointing and laughing which set off a chain reaction and soon enough the whole school knew about my 'deformity' and that started the looks and the rumours and the blows – both physical and emotional. It was last year that that the physical pain started, the girls at school are adamant I made the whole thing up and caused the scar myself for attention and decided to teach me a lesson. They were very careful of course, hitting and kicking me in places that the bruises wouldn't be seen by anyone but me.

This brings me to right now, standing in my room, in front of my full length mirror, looking at the red, blue, purple and black marks surrounding my torso and thighs. Both old and knew marks scatter my body, a now familiar sight – a battered and broken body. Normally I would take out my storybook and read aloud stories of my favourite hero but I don't think that will help me anymore so instead of walking towards my bookshelf I walk in the other direction towards the bathroom that joins to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. I pick up the razor on the side and bring it to my wrist, the pain shoots through me but I keep going. Soon it gets too hard for me to stand and I fall to my knees but I keep going. My vision starts to go black and I hear the window open before I fall unconscious.

A/N – So there's the first chapter, tell me what you think