She wasn't your ordinary girl. She was as silent as a whisper and more curious than a newborn baby. Her hair, which normally hung low and dark around her hips, was wrapped skillfully in a bun, tied back with a piece of blue ribbon she had stolen last week.

She was walking through the market that day in England, slipping money out of people's pockets and sliding it into her coat. It was raining that day, and the ground was covered in various puddles that were constantly being stepped in.

She attempted to slip a wallet out of a man's coat pocket, but her fingers lingered for a second too long. He reached out and attempted to grab her wrist, but she pulled it away. She ran through the crowd in an attempt to get away from him, but he followed. She could hear him barking profanities at her, but she kept running. She knew that if she had been caught, she'd surely be taken back to the orphanage that she escaped a few years ago.

She'd taken to the streets after that, living in old abandoned warehouses and stealing anything she needed. She was savvy and cunning, and no one was able to catch her. There had been reports in the newspaper about her. They called her the "invisible girl." Someone who was there, but never seen. Whenever someone's wallet went missing, she was who they'd blame.

As she was running from the man, she had slipped on a wet patch on the cobblestone streets and fallen into something. A mirror. Everyone around her when the incident occurred just disregarded it, out of the fact that they didn't think it to be possible. It was almost like a portal. She left the earth completely and had traveled into an entirely different realm in a matter of seconds.

The only people that were let through by the portal were those that felt lost.

A thousand questions were pounding through her head when she woke up in the woods that day. She'd never seen something so beautiful in her entire life. A never ending forest covered in the biggest trees she'd ever seen. It was different from the factories and cars and warehouses she was used to in England.

She slowly picked herself up and dusted her old clothes off. It was warm there, so she removed her coat and scarf, hanging them on a nearby tree branch.

She heard something in the distance, but wasn't sure quite what. She walked towards the sound, her ears alert and her eyes wide open. As she got closer, she could make out the sound of boys voices. They were cheering and laughing and shouting. She hid behind a tree, watching them interact.

One of the boys had spotted her, and he started alerting his friends of her location. She didn't know what to do. Something about them made it seem like they didn't want to befriend her. They wanted to harm her.

She turned around and ran out into the woods. She was fast. She could outrun any of the boys who were chasing her. But, she couldn't run for very long. Her lungs were gasping for air and her legs were starting to give away to fatigue. She stopped running and leaned up against a tree, hoping they wouldn't find her, but they did.

"How'd you get here, huh?" One of the boys said. He was tall and lanky, and looked to be a lot older than her. She was only fifteen. She glared at them with her honey gold eyes and didn't say a word. "What are we going to do with you?" Another boy said. He looked to be about sixteen, with tousled blonde hair and big brown eyes.

They were gorgeous. She didn't want to admit it to herself then, but she knew it was true. They each had a sort of rugged attractiveness to them. They were dressed in tattered tunics and tight jeans, and many of them looked as if they had not bathed in weeks; but they were beautiful, nonetheless.

"Just leave me alone. I don't want any trouble," she said, backing away from them slowly. "Of course you don't. But we do," a brunette said. He had freckles dusted across his perfect ski slope nose, and bright blue eyes that could make someone melt. "Don't try running again, either. You'll only make it worse for yourself," the tall one said.

She didn't know what to do with herself. She felt erratic and trapped. Completely cornered. "Tie her up, Johnny," the blonde one said, which caused a skinny little thirteen year old boy to walk out from the crowd of older boys and bind her hands together behind her back with some rope.

The blonde one held her by the waist and pushed her in front of him. She reluctantly cooperated, since she was sure that putting up a fight would make it worse. "Are we gonna tell Pan about her?" The tall one asked. "Yeah, well tell him. I just want to have a little fun with her first," the brunette said.

They took her back to a cave that was located under a waterfall, and they threw her down in the sand. They took turns kicking her in the ribs, and laughing at her reactions. She didn't understand how anyone could be so cruel. The blonde boy grabbed her by the hair and ripped the ribbon out, causing her beautiful brown locks to tumble out over her shoulders and cascade down her back. "Hey Max, give me your knife," he said, snickering. The brunette pulled a knife out of his pocket and tossed it to the blonde.

"Do you want a haircut?" He whispered against her cheek. She didn't reply. Her face was stoic, like she was trying her hardest to act tough. He held the knife to her hair and cut it so it was just an inch above her shoulder. She felt her stomach flip over due to being so upset. The hair that she was so proud of and took so long to grow was gone.

When he had finished, her hair was left choppy and short. "Doesn't she look pretty?" The blonde boy said, forcefully grabbing her by the hair and making her look up at the other boys. "Gorgeous," Max said, snickering at her.

"Hey Floyd, take her clothes off," the lanky one said. "Alright, but I'm not doing it until Johnny leaves," the blonde said, looking over at the younger boy. Johnny didn't argue. He was the kindest of all the boys. He was too young to be corrupted. He left the cave without a word, and the girl stared after him longingly, wishing she could leave too.

Floyd used the knife to cut her shirt from her body, and Max ripped her leggings away from her legs. "Hey Danny, it's your turn to keep watch," Floyd said to the lanky kid. He grunted with disapproval. "Floyd, she's the hottest one we've had here so far. Why can't Johnny keep watch?" The lanky kid said.

Floyd shrugged, and Danny hesitantly left the cave.

"Do you wanna go first?" Floyd asked the brunette boy, who nodded excitedly. He pulled her knickers from her body and slid his middle finger into her core. She let out a whine. "Holy shit, Floyd. She's so tight," Max said, pushing his finger further and further inside of her. "Do you think she's a virgin?" Floyd asked, grinning down at her hungrily.

"I think so."

They were interrupted by Danny racing back into the cave, waving his arms around. "Pan's right outside the cave. He'll be in here any second. I think Johnny ratted us out."

They scrambled to put her clothes back on, but it was no use, her shredded up leggings were barely halfway on her body when he walked in.

She was almost sure she had died, because this boy was an angel. He had soft brown hair and big green eyes. He was tall and thin, but also well built.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" He asked, staring down at the bruised and bloodied girl. She was wearing a white lace bra that she had stolen last summer and a pair of tattered leggings. Pieces of the hair they cut were scattered across the sand. "We just found her and-" Floyd tried to explain, but Pan cut him off. "I think you forget that I am the one who decides what happens to the girls who show up on this island. And last I checked, I didn't allow any of this."

He waved his hand, and both of the boys got up and left. He looked down at the girl and smirked. "You look absolutely pathetic," he laughed, sitting down next to her. She gazed up at him hopelessly, not knowing what to do.

"They cut your hair?" Pan asked her. She nodded. "Did they rape you?"

She shrugged. She wasn't sure if what they did actually qualified as rape.

"What's your name?" He asked her, amusement flickering through his bright green eyes. She didn't reply. "Are you going to answer me?" He asked again. She shook her head.

He rolled his eyes at her and quickly grabbed her arm, yanking her up to her feet. She let out a pained yelp as he dragged her out of the cave. He was surprised by how easy it was to drag her. She put up no fight, and she weighed little to nothing. She was extremely underweight, due to not getting enough to eat back in England. Her ribs were easily visible underneath her skin, and her limbs were bony and frail. Her smooth, pale skin was covered in bruises.

They walked until she couldn't walk anymore. They had taken her shoes off and left them in the cave. Pan let out a groan and picked her up, carrying her bridal style through the forest.

She wanted to ask so many questions, but couldn't bring herself to speak. Where was she? Where were they going?

They made it back to his camp, and the boys were all dancing around a fire, looking overly happy. Night had fallen, and the forest began looking not-so-friendly.

He carried her over to the center of camp, and he sat her down inside a large wooden cage. She didn't put up a fight. She was too exhausted.

"You can stay in here all night in the cold, or you can tell me your name and you can sleep in a nice, warm bed. Your choice, sweetheart," Pan said, raising his eyebrow at her. She remained quiet for a while, and Pan began growing restless. "Well?" He persisted.

She did speak, but they weren't the words he wanted to hear.

She sat there, broken and crumpled, and she looked deep into his eyes before saying, "kill me, please."