Hello ! I'm back with a second chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it ! Thanks Mira for your review, I hope you'll like this chapter too :)

Chapter 2

When I finally opened up my eyes, I was ready to find my wonderful bed and the purple color of my room, but everything was green and brown. When I realised that horrible fact, I tried to get up, only to find my face against the rough floor a few second later. I raised my head, confused. A hammock. Why the hell did I fall from a hammock ? I finally got up, and what was around me missed making me fall again. A tree. I was in a kind of treehouse that had everything you could need : table, chair, kitchen, and even a fucking desk. I couldn't resist the urge to pinch myself, I must have been in a very bad dream. It hurt, but when I opened up my eyes again, I was still in that house, and someone was standing in front of me.

- You're not dreaming, love.

I jerked backward, hitting my elbow to a table. The pain was real. Everything was real. I raised my eyes back at the boy who talked to me. He was tall, kind of skinny but well built whith large shoulders. I couldn't help but feel really small and ridiculous in front of him. He had some crazy blue eyes that pierced trough my heart and I was surprised to be still alive. My heart was pounding and for some reason, I though that I really liked the way his blond hair was so messy, and I felt my cheeks go warmer. He was handsome, and judging by the look he gave me, he knew it.

- Who are you ? I finally said, my voice cracking.

- Some call me Peter Pan, he said in a low voice while moving forward.

My stared at him, wide-eyed. Was he fucking joking ? Did someone made me a really bad joke ? I burst into an uncontrollable laugh under his shocked expression. This was probably the result of so much stress in so little time, but I couldn't stop. It was probably Cassie who tried to humiliate me once again... I stopped imediatly when I tough of Sarah. I pictured her in that wall, with all that blood... I did this, this was real. I choked back the sobs that I felt coming and I straightened. I looked back at this certain « Peter Pan », trying to look a bit more confident and less crazy than I must already have.

- Peter Pan ? Like the fairy tales ? I asked with my voice still flinching.

- Yeah, that guy I let go couldn't resist to write something about me... Never read it, what is it about ? He said in a calm tone that was kind of scary.

- Hum, that you're a flying boy that never age and who lives with the Lost Boys, I say without going into the details.

- That's exact, he didn't lost as much memory as I though.

Was he crazy ? Like, some kind of maniac who though he was the actual Peter Pan ? I read that with those kind of people, the best is to play their game, or they could become angry, or they could kill you in the worst case. Maybe if I can outplay him, I will be able to run quickly outside and find some help.

- Where am I ? I ask, not certain of his answer.

- In Neverland, of course.
Yeah, of course he would answer that, he's definetly in his own world. Though I had to say his clothes really looked like they were made from leaves.

- Okay, we're in Neverland. I say, almost to myself. And why are we in Neverland ?

- You don't believe me.

His tone became angry, and before I could open my mouth, he was only a few inches from me. I could feel his cold breath against my lips. I instantanly froze, inable to think about anything else than his body almost touching mine. I couldn't put myself to look at him, too scared that I might burst into tears. He could kill me right now, why isn't he doing it ?

- Come on, love, he wishpers darkly. I know you can do better than this... You can't outplay me with such a bad scenario.

He was playing with me, like all this was a fucking game. I closed my eyes so hard it hurt. I faked my sobs and I felt him relax, he made a little step backward. Then I run. I already spotted a door at my left, and I almost screamed of joy when I saw it was open. But then, I expected a road or a forest, but it was nothing of these. I was in the middle of a jungle.