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Jessica sat at the large dining room table. It felt awkward that they four of them sat at a table that normally would seat twelve. Although they had a smaller table in the kitchen, the Turner's made it a point to eat every night in the lavish dining room. As she absentmindedly pushed around the asparagus on her plate, she listened to Miranda go over all the extraordinarily uneventful and mundane events of her day at school. From the surprise pop quiz that she received in Math class to the funny joke that one of her friends told during lunch, Helen ate up every word that her precious daughter uttered. Michael smiled at his daughter and praised her between bites. Jessica rested her elbow on the table and held her head in her hands, feeling the start of a headache coming on.

"Elbows..."

Jessica looked up and saw that Helen was looking at her as she used her knife an fork to delicately cut into the perfectly cooked piece of roasted chicken breast. Jessica sighed as she took her elbow of the table and dropped her fork on her plate. As she was about to get up from the table, Helen cleared her throat.

"Excuse me... you have not been excused from the table." Helen took a piece of chicken and took a bite of the tender and juicy piece of meat. "You haven't even taken a bite of your meal."

Jessica sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not hungry."

Michael leaned forward from the head of the table and put his hand on top of Jessica's. "Now honey... your mother spent a good amount of time on this wonderful meal. Why don't you be a good girl and just take a few more bites..."

Jessica snatched her hand out from under Michael's. She tried to hide the disgust from her face as she looked back and forth between Helen and Miranda. Helen clenched her jaw, her hand squeezing her fork and knife firmly. Jessica put her hand in her lap and looked down at her plate. "I just don't really have an appetite." As she looked down at her plate, her stomach growled, giving away her lie. She sighed. "I wasn't feeling good today at school... my head is throbbing and I think I just want to lie down for a bit."

"Don't you think you slept enough for today?" Miranda muttered under her breath. Jessica looked at her and shook her head. She didn't understand why Miranda didn't wake her up when she got up to get ready for school. She knew that she had wanted to be on time. It was almost as if she... No... Jessica raised her eyebrows as she started to see Miranda in a new light.

Jessica leaned forward in her seat and smirked slightly. "You know... it's funny, Miranda. I distinctly remember turning my alarm clock on last night." Jessica twirled her knife between her fingers as she gauged Miranda's reaction.

Miranda looked down and began to nervously push around the food that was on her plate. Jessica felt her blood pressure begin to rise and it became all too clear why she was continuously oversleeping. "It's almost as if... I don't know... someone keeps turning it off."

Helen slammed her knife on the table. "And just what are you implying?" Helen stepped into the conversation and placed her hand on the table. Her fingers tensed as she subtly gripped the table.

Jessica shrugged. "I'm not implying anything... I'm just saying that it is very curious." Jessica took her napkin from her lap and put it on her plate. She stood, and without waiting to be excused from the table, Jessica grabbed her plate and left the dining room. She dumped her plate angrily into the kitchen sink and then jogged up the stairs into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

She placed her head in her hands and leaned her body back against the door. She thumped her head against the door and took a few deep breaths, trying desperately to calm herself. She stood there for a few moments before walking over to her bed and letting herself fall face first into the bottom bunk, letting her head hit the pillows with a thud. She moved her arms so that they were placed on either side of her head. She pressed the pillow tightly against her face and let herself scream as loud as she could. She felt herself expel all of her frustrations and tried to get all of her anger to leave her body. She wanted to close her eyes and go back to when she was 5 years old and happy. She wanted to go back to when she had a real family. Not this poor excuse for a home. She screamed until her screams became sobs and she cried until her eyes became too heavy for her to keep open. She could feel her tears continuing to fall down her cheeks as her sobs turned into quiet mewls. It wasn't long until sleep took her in his arms and whisked her away to the land of dreams.

"No Peter... We want to live in Barbie's dream house... not in that stupid tree outside." The little girl began to speak in a deeper voice. "But Wendy... I don't want to. I want to live outside and be with the lost boys." She went back to her normal voice. "No Peter... we are going to get married and live in the house and have 3 kids and a nice big fluffy dog."

Amanda watched as little Jessica played with her dolls in the living room. As she mindlessly channel surfed, she kept glancing at the clock. The clock on the wall let her know that Megan and Daniel were an hour late in coming home from their dinner party for Daniel's firm. She sighed as she picked up her cell phone and pressed 'redial.' Every time the phone would go straight to voicemail.

"Just great..." She only had about an hour or two before she had to be home. She had wanted to see her boyfriend Nate before heading back home for curfew. She tossed the phone on the couch beside her and looked over at the little girl playing with her toys.

"Oh Peter... I love you." The girl cleared her throat and began to speak deeper. "I love you too Wendy. Let's have babies." The little girl pressed the faces of the two dolls together and made a loud kissing noise. "Oh Peter! I'm having a boy." The little girl giggled with excitement.

Amanda laughed as she shook her head. "What a weirdo..." She loved that little girl, but sometimes it worried her how fast she was growing up. She felt her phone vibrate on the couch next to her. She smiled as she saw the name on the phone. She picked it up on the third buzz. "Hey babe... No, I'm still here..." She turned down the music on the television. "I have no idea where they are..." Amanda looked up at the clock. "They should be home any minute now..."

Ding-Dong

"Ah! Finally!" Amanda bounced off the couch and ran towards the door. She opened the door and was face to face with two policemen. Amanda's face fell as she saw one of the officer's take off his hat. She felt her heart stop as she looked at the mournful look the man had on his face. She brought the cell phone up to her ear. "Nate... I'm going to have to call you back..."

Jessica sighed as she felt her headache dissolve with every moment she rested on her bed. She could feel her muscles relax as she sighed again. She could feel the muscles in her neck and back melt away all the tension that was store in them. The light massages felt good as she let herself drown in the firm but gentle movements on her body.

Her eyes flew open.

Jessica gasped as she turned around and pressed herself up against the corner of her bunk bed. She felt trapped as she locked eyes on Michael. He held up his hands as he put is finger on his lips, instructing her to be quiet. Jessica felt herself tremble as she felt like a gazelle... waiting for the hungry lion to strike. "Wh-wh-what the hell are you doing?"

"I came in here to see if you wanted any more food." He nodded to the plate of food and glass of milk on the desk by her bed. "I was going to leave the food on your desk but I saw that you looked like you were really tense... so I just wanted to relax you for a bit."

"You don't touch me..." She pointed her finger at him. "You don't touch me... ever."

Michael laughed as he held his hands up. "Okay... calm down... I shouldn't have. I know how you get when you and Helen go at it." He sat up from the bed and walked around the room slowly, looking at everything in the room. His eyes surveyed all the clothes and books all over the floor. He paused at a picture of her at her 8th grade graduation that was sitting on a wall shelf. He picked up the picture and held it in his hands. "You really have grown into a really beautiful young woman."

Jessica eyed the door to the bedroom as she stayed pressed against the wall to her room. She wondered where Miranda and Helen were and if they knew if Michael was up here "checking" in on her. She could feel her heart start to beat faster as she watched Michael put the frame back on the shelf. He turned towards the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you like what we've given you?"

Jessica eyed him, not sure what answer he was looking for. She didn't know whether to say what she figured he wanted to hear or what she wanted to say to him. That she hated this life that she was given. That she hated living in this home where she was despised, resented, and lusted after. That she would stay up until the sun almost rose praying for release from this prison. That she wished she had the courage to take the step and end her misery. Those were all the things that she wished to say. But she knew how to play the game... and so she told him what he wanted to hear. "Yes. I appreciate everything that you and your family have done for me."

Michael smiled as he walked to the bed and knelt in front of it. He held out his hand and caressed the side of her face slowly. "Remember that... always." He gave her one long look before standing and walking out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him softly.

"He what?" Jasmine sat across from Jessica in the quad at their high-school. The look on her face was filled with revulsion and indignation. She didn't want to burden her friend with the events that have been happening at her home. She tried to take the burden on her own. To find a way through the pain and hold out long enough until she went away to college and escaped like their first foster child, Tucker did. She would go to a school clear across the country and then bury the past and walk ahead into her future. She thought she could be strong enough. That was... until last night. "Jess... what else has he done?"

Jessica cringed as she looked around at the students walking around her. "Shh... Please be quiet..."

"Be quiet?" Jasmine exclaimed loudly as she looked at Jessica with bewilderment. "I'm sorry Jess... but you've been quiet for way too long. Why don't you call the police? Call your social worker?"

Jessica shook her head as she began to pack up her lunch. "This was a mistake..." She began to feel remorse for everything that she told her best friend. She knew that it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to put this burden on her. This was her burden to bear. Jasmine already had enough to worry about in her life. Living with a single military father who preferred a glass of whiskey over spending a day with his daughter. Having to live every day knowing that her mother decided to walk out on both her and her father. She had enough skeletons in her closet... there was no room for hers in their as well. "Just forget what I said..."

Jasmine sighed as she took her friend's hands in hers. "Jess... look... I'm sorry." She pulled her friend in close for a hug. She started to feel regret for pushing her friend too hard. The two sat there in each other's arms while the student body went about their lives, blissfully unaware of the world crumbling around them. Jasmine pulled away and looked at Jessica with a determined look in her eye. "Live with me..."

Jessica shook her head in disbelief. "I can't..."

Jasmine ignored her friend and stood. "No... you're staying with me. We can start by telling them that you're going to spend the night because of the winter dance. Tell them that you were going to go with me and then spend the weekend at my house."

Jessica thought about the possibility of escaping for the weekend. But then what? She couldn't stay at Jasmine's house forever. What if her father starts asking questions? Worse... what if Helen and Michael start asking questions? What if they start bulldozing through Jasmine... her father... and everyone else who felt the need to help her. "Jazz... trust me. I'm fine. I'll be fine."

Jasmine shook her head as she held out her hand for Jessica. "Come on..." Her eyes searched Jessica's. She searched for any fight left in them. She prayed that she would see the light at the end of the tunnel and that all hope was not lost. She wished that he friend had trusted her sooner. "Please Jessica... let me help you. Have faith..." Jasmine held out her hand for her best friend.

Jessica continued to sit as she looked up at her friend. She saw the truth in her friend's eyes. She didn't see pity in her eyes. She saw the path she so desperately wanted to take... that she needed to take. She just hoped that it was the right path. She took her friends hand into hers and stood. "Faith..."

The roaring fire that was in the middle of the lost boy camp in Neverland blazed high into the clouds. Peter Pan sat at the edge of the camp, his back rested against the large tree as he played his flute lazily... uninterested in the throng of lost boys, whooping and laughing as they danced maniacally around the great fire. Every night Pan would play for his boys. Every night they would dance around the fire, forgetting more and more about their former lives. And every night he would become more and more annoyed as he watched those kids's brains turn into mush. There was a time when he only needed to play his flute once. It only took Pan one time and any child within range who could hear his music, became his. They would immediately swear their loyalty to him and would quickly forget all of their fears and strife.

However... things were changing in Neverland. The changes were small at first. It started with Nibs crying softly in the night. When Peter questioned why he was crying and disturbing his sleep... the boy couldn't explain what made him cry out in the night. He only said that he began to feel a sense of longing... a small stab of loneliness. He questioned that possibly something was missing in his life. Peter decided that the best cure for his woes was to go "fishing" in Mermaid Lagoon.

While the boys terrorized the local sea life, Pan took to the skies. As he soared around Neverland, he let himself drift into thought. He began to wonder if this was just a fluke... or if something was amiss. After the third lost boy uttered the word, "Mommy..." in his sleep, Pan decided that it was time to take action. He went to the one place he hadn't been since he first came to Neverland... when his shadow lead him to Skull rock and showed him the price he paid for prolonged life. When Pan made his way to skull rock, his eyes tried not to drift towards the large reminder that his time was running out on Neverland. The giant hourglass glowed in the cavernous room. It was a monument… a harsh reminder that no one, not even Peter Pan, could escape the hands of time. As Pan ambled around the cave, he waited patiently for the answer to his question. It didn't take long for his shadow to appear.

Pan pulled out his flute and threw it onto the ground in front of his shadow. Pan glared at the shadow and pointed to the instrument. "Why isn't this working?"

The shadow continued to hover above Pan, his eyes glowing as it watched the boy grow more and more frustrated. The shadow, clouded in darkness, never revealed its true feelings because all shadows were made up of mystery and the unknown. It was not in their nature to harbor any type of emotion. Pan grew angrier as he felt that the shadow was mocking his frustrations. The shadow continued to float in the air as it began to speak deeply. "Your flute is not the problem..."

Pan began to lose his patience with the shadow. Pan began to shout, hoping to get some kind of rise out of it. "Then what is that problem?"

The shadow began to circle around the boy, slow and steady. Its glowing eyes locked on Pan's. "Your magic is growing more and more faint... as your time starts to run out... so does your magic."

"Do you know how to make sure that this..." Pan pointed to the hourglass, still refusing to look at the stark reminder of his time in Neverland. "...isn't a problem?"

The shadow slowed in its circling before it nodded once.

"Well then... OUT WITH IT!" Peter yelled, his voice echoing throughout the cave.

The shadow flew so that its glowing eyes were but mere inches from Pan's. "It will come with a price..."

Pan began to become agitated and impatient as he stepped closer towards the shadow. He could feel desperation pouring out of his body the more he spoke. "Anything... now tell me!"

The shadow's eyes began to glow brighter, causing Pan to shield his eyes from the bright light. "You will need the heart of the truest believer in a land without magic..."

Pan smiled wickedly as he brought his hands together. It seemed like a small price to pay for the thing he wanted most. Followers... loyalty... a brotherhood... a family… The lost boys were his family and he was not willing to give that up. After everything he sacrificed... after everything he did to ensure his future. Pan had no problem in sacrificing the heart of one for his own greater good. Pan was by far ready to do whatever it took. "Who is this believer? Where is he?"

The shadow shook its head as its eyes began to dim. "That... I do not know. That is something that you will have to figure out on your own."

And with that his shadow disappeared, leaving Pan to go forth on his mission. When he returned back to camp, Pan made finding the truest believer the lost boys' top priority… their most important mission. While Peter went to the land without magic and brought back child after child... the lost boys went on gathering as much information from these boys that they could gather... through whatever means necessary. With every cry and with every scream that filled Pan's ears throughout the night, Pan began to beam wider and wider as he knew that he was getting closer to finding the one.

After years of searching... years of questioning... years of hope and determination fueling his quest for immortality… after years of hitting dead end after dead end… for the first time since coming to Neverland, Pan began to feel hopeless. As his magic started to fade... Pan started to lose the one thing that he never thought was possible to lose. He was beginning to lose his faith. Pan kept his mischievous spirit up while he was in front of the lost boys. He would laugh with them, play games, and roughhouse with them during the day, and at night he would take over and let the boys lose all control under the power of his music.

While his brothers would lose themselves in the music, Pan would retreat into himself, wondering where he went wrong. As his mind went over and over all of the decisions he had made, an image of Katarina flashed through his mind in an instant. Pan clenched his jaw, wavering in his flute playing. Since the moment Pan left the world without magic, Pan waited for news from his shadow. He wanted to know more about this girl… the one who was made in Katarina's image. For a brief moment Pan had hoped... hoped that a miracle had happened. He had hoped that she was who he wanted her to be.

But when his shadow had returned with information on the girl, on Jessica Harper, Pan pushed the thoughts of Katarina back into the darkest part of his heart, hidden from everyone, including himself.

"Pan!"

Peter looked up from his flute and saw his most loyal lost boy, Felix, running towards him, in his hand was a hatchet. As the boy drew closer, Pan beamed as he saw blood spattered on his scarred face. To Pan... it was truly a feast for his eyes. Pan continued to sit nonchalantly as he watched Felix run until he was standing right in front of Pan, a look of triumph and excitement in the boy's eyes. Pan leaned back against the tree he was propped up against and let his hands rest behind his head. Pan smirked as he nodded his head towards Felix. "Say it..." Pan spoke calmly, even though he was beginning to boil over with his own jubilation. He knew what was about to come out of the boy's mouth. He could feel it... could sense it the moment Felix spoke his name. That time had finally come... and even though Pan knew it... he wanted to hear it for himself.

Felix grinned as he looked at his leader with crazed exhilaration. "We found him."

Pan's smile grew wide as Pan felt his spirits rejuvenate to it's fullness. All of Pan's worries and all of his fears dissipated. He reached into his pouch and pulled out the drawn picture he had gotten years ago. He looked down at the photo of the boy. He had spent many nights gazing at this picture. He studied every nuance of this child's face since he was given that picture that fateful night where Pan got his very first lead. As Pan gazed at the drawing, the one thing that did not escape Pan's eyes was the look of belief that the boy exuded in his stare. Pan stood slowly and sauntered towards the smoldering fire. The lost boys moved from Pan and stood around him, awaiting his next words. Pan stood in front of the sweltering blaze. He closed his eyes as he let the warmth from the fire radiate through his body, his excitement growing with every passing moment. Pan rapidly spun towards the boys and raised the picture in the air. Pan leaned back as he let out a loud roar of triumph. He floated in the air as he began to laugh and fly around the campsite with elation.

The boy's took Pan's cue and started to whoop and cheer. The sounds of excitement was music to Pan's ears as he continued to fly around the campsite. As Pan soared away from the campsite and towards the stars, Pan began to see his all of his plans coming to fruition. Soon Pan would have what he most desired in the world.

Jessica walked through the front door of her house and let her bag fall to a thud on the ground by the door. She groaned as she pulled off her shoes and let her feet breathe. Since Jessica was not quite ready to go home so soon after school, she had decided that she needed to stay after school a little longer than necessary in order to catch up with her studies. When she had expressed her plans to Helen, she then told Jessica that she was on her own in finding a ride home. She gratefully agreed since she wanted to get ahead on some of her work, and not to mention the fact that the last place she wanted to be was at home. As Jessica stretched the arches of her feet, she was beginning to regret staying in the library that extra hour. The hour and a half long walk home was not her finest hour. Especially since that last mile was completely uphill. She took a deep breath as she wiped the sweat off her brow.

Jessica sighed as she made her way towards the stairs. She could smell the fragrant aroma of dinner stewing in the kitchen. Her mouth began to water as she thought of the spaghetti bubbling on the stove and the garlic bread warming in the oven. As her foot was about to land on the first step, Miranda snaked around the corner of the hallway.

"Did you just get home?" Miranda eyed her up and down, her lip curled into a sneer as she looked at the sweat dripping slowly along Jessica's skin.

Jessica sighed loudly as she started to walk up the steps. She was not in the mood for getting into an altercation with Miranda. It wasn't worth her time and frankly... she didn't think she had any energy left in her to give Miranda what she wanted. So Jessica decided to walk up the stairs without giving her the satisfaction of getting under her skin. As Jessica was about to turn at the top of the stairs, Miranda called up to her.

"Dinner in 10! Don't make us wait for you!"

Jessica waved her hand in the air as she dismissed her. She knew what time dinner was. She didn't need an alarm to make sure she got ready in time. When she reached the end of the hall, she walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. The sound of the shower turning on echoing in the room.

Michael cleared his throat as he sat at the head of the table. The four of them sat at the magnanimous dining room table and bowed their heads as they began to say grace. "All that we have is a gift. May we be thankful. May we celebrate. May we share." Michael raised his scotch glass and held it out towards Jessica. Helen held her glass in the air, her mouth smiling, but her eyes giving away her true feelings of distaste. Miranda sat low in her chair, her head held low and her hands placed heavily in her lap. Michael continued to grin at Jessica, his eyes locking onto her own gaze, making her body shudder in nervousness. "We give thanks to you Jessica... and all that you have brought to our family." He tilted his glass towards hers before taking a long sip of his scotch.

Michael sat his glass down on the table. As Helen began to take a bite of her dinner, Michael rested his arm on the table. He turned his body so that he was facing Jessica. "How long have we been your foster parents?"

Jessica looked back and forth between Michael and Helen. She had no idea why they were bringing up how long she has been under their care. She sat in her chair, taking her time as she continued to look back and forth between the two. She didn't need to think hard for the answer. She was completely aware that she had been living with them for a little over 5 years. She will never forget the day she left the youth home and moved into this gilded nightmare. She cleared her throat before answering. "5 years..."

"5 years!" Michael exclaimed as he turned towards Helen. "Can you believe it?... 5 years we have been blessed with this beautiful girl's presence." Helen clenched her jaw tightly before she shook her head and gave her husband the most perfect million dollar smile. A smile that Jessica was sure she had perfected over the years. Michael gave a boisterous laugh as he turned back towards Jessica. "I will never forget laying eyes on your picture that very first time we went searching for another child. Who would have thought that we would have found a daughter just as special as our own."

Jessica looked from Michael and focused her gaze on Miranda, who was surprisingly quiet this whole dinner. Her head continued to hang low as she continued to have her hands in her lap. Jessica noticed that Miranda had yet to take a bite of her food, her utensils sitting clean on her unopened napkin. Jessica kept her gaze on Miranda, taking note of the tension in the girl's face and the slight reddening of her cheeks. From across the table, Jessica could swear that she could feel the sting of her anger seeping from her pores.

"What do you say, Jess?" Michael nudged her hand.

Jessica shook her head as she looked back at Michael in confusion. She immediately realized that Michael had been talking the whole time she was watching Miranda and she had completely missed his entire conversation. "Say to what?"

Michael laughed incredulously and took her hand in his. "The adoption process was finalized today."

Jessica felt as if she was punched in the gut. "What?"

He ran his fingertips across her skin slowly. "The judge finally awarded us all legal rights and responsibilities. It is official. You're officially my daughter."

Jessica sat dumbfounded as her heart sank into her stomach. She started to shudder as she felt her world erupting around her. She turned her head towards Helen. She looked at her with disbelief and fear in her eyes. She did not want this. Helen did not want this, she knew it for a fact. When she lived with this family, she had figured that with all the opposition from Helen and Miranda, she would never be adopted into this family... and she was fine with that. She would just coast as a foster child until she was 18 years old until she would be thrown out of the foster system and into the real world. She kept telling herself that this was not her family. That she had nothing shackling her to these people. That she could make a clean break and never look back. She continued to look at Helen, silently screaming at her. Asking her over and over why didn't she fight harder. Why did she let this happen. How could she let this happen.

She felt Michael squeeze her hand, bringing her attention back to him. It took all of her willpower to not rip her hand out of his and run away from this table screaming. Jessica looked to the man who was now officially her father. Her stomach lurched at the thought of belonging to this loathsome man. He held her hand tighter as he continued to give her a harsh smile. "What do you say?"

Jessica took a deep breath before taking a page in Helen's book and gave him her most perfect smile. "Can I be alone for a few moments? I...I need some time to process such great news."

Michael took her hand and pulled it towards his lips, kissing her skin softly. "Of course."

Jessica continued to smile as she pulled away from the table and left the dining room. She walked calmly down the hall until she reached the bottom of the stairs. She waiting until she was out of sight before she took off into a sprint as she ran up the steps and bounded down the hall, shutting the door behind her. Jessica stood in the middle of her room, her body shaking as her heart thumped faster and faster with every passing moment. She searched around her room until she found her duffle bag on the floor. Jessica hastily grabbed it and threw it on her bed. She ran to her closet and began stuffing her bag full with clothes. As she stuffed her bag with clothes, Jessica grabbed her phone and went to her favorites, calling the only number that she had saved on the list.

"Jazz... I need you to come get me... I'm fine just..." Jessica could feel tears start to fill her eyes. She listened as Jasmine questioned her, trying to figure out what had happened. "Please Jazz... just come get me." Jasmine immediately hung up the phone and Jessica zipped up her bag as she let herself fall back on her bed. She turned onto her side so that she was curled up against her pillow. She felt tears trail down her cheeks softly, her breath coming in long shallow pulls.

Jessica closed her eyes. She turned her head so that she was buried in the pillow. Her hand brushed along the cover of her mother's book. She sat up as she pulled the book out from underneath her pillow and looked at the old and worn. She looked at the frayed edges. The corners darkened from all the times her fingers thumbed through the pages. Every time she read the words to herself, it wasn't her voice that she heard. Instead she heard the voice of her mother. This book was the one thing that kept her from forgetting. As long as she held this book in her hands, she would always remember the way she felt in her mother's arms, falling asleep to her voice every night. She would close her eyes and believe that once again she was with her mother, that she was with her family again.

She sat up in her bed, clutching her book to her chest. She looked out the window and looked to the night sky. She looked to the twinkling stars. As she gazed over the sea of twinkling lights, her eyes focused on a pair of bright stars, shining brighter than the rest. The voice of her mother began to echo in her mind.

"Do you know remember how to get to Neverland?"
"Yes mommy! Second star to the right!"
"That's right, my sweet angel. Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning."

For a moment, if Jessica concentrated enough, she could feel her mother's touch on her shoulder. She could feel her mother sitting behind her, cradling her in her arms. If closed her eyes and believed, her mother would be right with her. She just needed to believe it. Jessica opened her eyes and looked towards the pair of bright twinkling stars and whispered softly. "I believe..." She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath.

She didn't flinch when the bedroom door slammed open. "You..."

Jessica looked up and saw Miranda standing at the door to the bedroom. She could see the steam billowing out of her ears and the dark hatred blazing through her eyes. She walked up to Jessica and stood right in her face. "Why you?" Miranda hissed as she clenched her firsts to her sides. When Jessica didn't respond, Miranda screamed louder. "WHY YOU!"

Jessica was about to yell back at Miranda. She was about to scream that she didn't want any of this. She didn't want any of them. She wanted to strangle Miranda and hurt her in the same way that she was hurt. She wanted to do all those things. But the moment Jessica opened her mouth to speak her window blasted open, causing the glass window to shatter. As the glass pieces flew through the room, a dark figure flew into the room, causing Miranda to fall back onto the floor, screaming in alarm.

Jessica screamed as the creature flew into the room, turning to look at her. As she scrambled to get away from the creature, the glowing eyes locked onto hers. The creature shot out it's hand and locked onto her arm hard, pulling her off of the bed and dragging her across the floor. Jessica looked at Miranda, who was sitting in the middle of the floor, her hands and knees cut up from the broken glass. She was utterly petrified and overcome with shock. Jessica pulled against the creature that was pulling her towards the window. She screamed to Miranda for help. "Please! Miranda... PLEASE! HELP ME! DON'T LET IT TAKE ME!"

Miranda crawled towards her, pushing herself off of the ground and ran towards the creature. Just as she was about to grab it, the dark creature stuck out it's hand and, as if by magic, propelled Miranda across the room. She flew across the room and slammed into the wall. A loud crack echoed the room as she made contact with the hard surface. She fell to the ground with a loud thud, completely knocked unconscious from the hit.

Jessica turned towards the creature and began hitting the monster with her fists. The closer she got to the window, the harder she pounded on the creature. The creature grabbed her arm tight as it looked down at her, it's glowing eyes haunting her to her core. The creature then turned it's head and flew out of the window, dangling Jessica by her arm. Jessica looked down towards the ground and grasped tightly on the creature taking her into the night. She could see Jasmine pull up to her house in her father's Toyota. She opened the door and ran out of the. She looked up into the sky with disbelief in her eyes as she watched the dark figure carry Jessica higher and higher into the sky.

As Jessica heard Jasmine's screams growing fainter and fainter, she turned and looked towards the direction they were flying. Her eyes locked on the spot directly in front of their flight path. Her eyes focused once again on the two twinkling stars, growing closer and closer with each passing moment. As Jessica started to feel herself drift out of consciousness, the last thing she heard was the sound of her mother's voice.

"That's right, my sweet angel. Second star to the right and straight on 'till morning."