This is my first fan-fic. Hope you enjoy and please favorite and review.
Chapter 1 – Melancholy
Soaring high above the clouds I listen closely to the melodic sounds of the wind whistling in my ear telling me secrets that I don't understand. The soft hands of the wind caress my cheeks and play with my hair as I continue to fly feeling free and unchained.
No thoughts fill my head as it wanders emptily along the blue sea of air. There's no reason to think of anything, because I know that my thoughts will automatically end up returning to her, and that's when I begin to fall.
Opening my eyes I look down to the island and it seems almost like a painting elegantly done with the smoothest of brush strokes. A painting that only those who truly believe in it exist can see. A painting showing a never ending adventure of lost boys, pirates, mermaids, and Indians. A painting of my home.
Smiling, I dive down feeling the pressure of the air around me blow as I fall closer to the surface of the water. I feel like one of those planes back in the grown up world that soar through the air in a frenzy. The feeling is so energizing that I feel my heart beat rapidly as the water closes in on me threatening to swallow me up once I hit its surface.
At the last second, I pull my body up barely hitting the water as I stick my hand into the warm waves splashing water behind me like a tail. My clothes get wet but I could care less. Not once in my entire life have I ever gotten sick. Why would I get sick now?
With a whoop I fly towards the trees toward the den where the lost boys should be waiting for me. I wonder what adventures we will be going on today. Maybe we'll have a day off and spend the day with the Indians, or we could travel to the top of the mountain, maybe even bother the pirates. Who knew, the adventures can be endless.
"Morning Peter," a jingling of bells greets me as I near the den and I turn to find a spot of bright light heading my way making me smile joyfully.
"Morning Tink," I greet as I land on the ground a few feet away from the den. She circles me as I watch her in amusement as I slowly walk toward the entrance, "Where are the lost boys at?" I ask unconsciously and she stops in front of me looking broken and worried.
"Peter…" her voice sounds so small and sad in that one word that I almost trip and fall down on my face. Of course, I can't believe I forgot again.
"Oh yeah," I whisper as I look down at my feet feeling a lump form in my throat, "I forgot,"
Tink pats my cheek lightly and whispers, "Let's go inside," and I nod thinking that that's the best thing to do right now.
It's been four years since I had left the boys at the Darling's home along with John, Michael, and Wendy. They had all decided to grow up leaving me alone in an island full of adventure, and loneliness. An island left to the only boy who can't grow up.
Sighing I head to my room not bothering to sit down and eat the food Tink has gathered for me. I'm too upset to eat at all. Too upset to do anything.
It's around this time of year that I always forget that they're gone. Always waking up and calling out their names and trying to push them out of their empty beds only to find the day filled with melancholy. It's quiet irritating.
Lying down in my bed, I pull my covers up over my ears not wanting to be disturbed. Not wanting anyone to wake me up, and yet wanting it all the same. I'm nothing without my lost boys. I'm nothing without my Wendy.
Looking down at my finger I trace the thimble that Wendy had given me when we first met and I remember the 'kiss' I had given to her, an acorn from my clothes that she so intelligently wrapped with a string making it into a necklace. I wonder if she still wears it.
Smiling, I also remember that day when she had showed me what a real kiss was. The very day I had almost lost my life to Hook. The same day I lost her.
Closing my eyes from the oncoming tears I hold the thimble close to my heart. I can't take this anymore. I can't take the pain that comes with her memory and that of the others. I needed to see her, even if it's for the last time. I also want to know what has become of my mischievous boys that I so fondly miss.
It's been settled. I'm going to return to London tomorrow and wish to find the ones who decided to grow up.
Well, that's my first chapter. Hope you all enjoyed please R&R and I'll see you with the next chapter coming soon. Bye.