With every step, Lilith was further away from the safety of the orphanage. Her Mary Jane's had not fared well in the heavy rain and were now drenched and covered in mud. Her umbrella had been carried away by the cruel and uncaring wind a while ago, so the rest of her was drenched as well. Her mind was dizzy and had let go of any sane thought long ago.
Lilith was clutching Madam's large and garish necklace around her throat with trembling fingers as if it could save her.
The children must be in bed now. Had they brushed their teeth? They wouldn't look for her. Madam would tell the townsfolk that Lilith had run off and that notifying the papers would be useless. She could hear Madam's voice now, in her ears.
"Lilith is over the age of adulthood, she can take care of herself. Why bother looking for someone who does not want to be found?"
The woods were large and sucked one in, like a black hole. There was no doubt that Lilith would meet her demise here. The only regret the girl had was that the children wouldn't get to hear the last chapter of the story she was reading them, some foolish picture book about being kind to others.
She heard a giggle and glanced in the direction of the noise, confused. The sudden and terrifying thought that one of the children had followed her shot through Lilith's heart like a bullet.
Planting her feet on the ground, she stared into the trees and wrinkled her brow.
Her last whisper before her legs gave out was, "don't be afraid, I'm here."
Her cheek landed in the mud, and her eyes stared at the ground. She had no strength left, having had only a spoonful of cold stew for supper. She watched as two shoes shuffled shyly over to her. They were soon replaced by knees clothed in dirty jeans.
A cold finger poked her forehead, but she did not acknowledge the touch. The only thing Lilith could feel was the static at the edge of her vision.
Screwing her eyes shut, she breathed out a labored sigh and drifted away to Neverland.
A/N: I replaced Kate (you know, the thing that chases you through that creepy ass tunnel?) with Jack. I'm not terribly familiar with creepy pasta lore, so forgive me for any obvious mistakes. This is a romance, but I'll try not to make it too fluffy.