Saving Peter

by Beatrice B

This story is about Peter's struggle after Wendy left. It has been two years and Wendy is 16, she is on the cusp on marriage elligiblity and has many suitors. She still misses Peter, even worse is that her family has fallen on hard times. Even if Peter did come for her, she was expected to marry a wealthy man restoring the family name. Peter is starting to grow up because of Wendy.

2. Wendy Returns and Peter's Sadness

Did you think the last post was descriptive, did it feel rushed? A year has passed in our world, and Peter has finally reached sadness, You might want to take a step back... he will explode.

Warning Contains Self - Harm!

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Wendy Returns and Peter's Sadness

Peter's Pov

4) Sadness

The sky is dark and a storm has arrived, The clouds are bursting with unshed rain. Just like that, It starts to rain. Fat drops drench me down past my skin, to my very soul. I feel tired. So tired, even adventures don't seem to interest me anymore; not even the new lost boys. (There is one girl, her parents didn't want her, she actually is from the U.S. He heard her dreams, and that she was so unwanted — more will be uncovered about how she became a lost tomboy.) I think about hurting myself sometimes; I can usually shake myself out of it. Wendy has changed me, I feel like I am growing up... like I am sixteen.(Sixteen was the normal age of marriage and sexual consent at the time.) Lightning flashes overhead, and thunderclaps boom, The sand feels nice against my feet. Would Tink miss me if I died?Would Wendy, my Wendy miss me? No. She has her family, and her grown up things to do... she wouldn't care. I feel myself shaking. I sit, and rock back and forth. Do I matter? Would my death, affect anyone? I gulp, I twirl the knife in my hands. My hair is stuck to my face; the rain feels like Ice, but I don't care. I finger my kiss from windy. The metal feels so cold it almost warm. Wendy. I finally feel salty tears trickle down my cheeks, a grimace upon my face.

They come so fast I can't stop crying; it is a flood, faster and faster the tears come. I scream, and cry, I feel like I want to vomit. I shout at the top of my lungs. "WENDY, PLEASE COME BACK TO ME, please?" I curl up into a ball. The knife teases me, I gulp. Am I insane? I reach for the knife. Place it against my arm, and cut; a cry escapes my lips. I cut again. I cut another line on the other arm, I feel light headed. The last thing I see before I fall to the ground was feet running in the sand. My head pounds. They were bare, but clean. A voice that screams my name over and over. She is saying something but I can only hear the blood pulsing in my veins. She feels soft, and warm. Fading... clinging... Trying to stay awake... panicked... Running... yell... scream... girl... cry... Wendy.

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