A few days had passed after first moving to the Darling home, but already she had fallen in love with her room. While her parents were out shopping for things to touch up the house she would be up in her room, prancing around to her favorite song. The book she had found by the Darling's themselves was tucked behind her pillow and the Peter Pan doll sitting on her freshly made bed. She just couldn't put him back in the chest and felt it would be better if he stayed with her in her bed. The thought of Peter Pan hadn't left her thoughts especially not as she danced across the room. A soft music spiraled around her steps as she twirled and leaped through the large open space she was sure to leave herself when she set her room up; it was a dancer's instinct. Suddenly the door burst open, her brothers grinning in the doorway.
"Aw look at our little fairy prancing around," Zeke said as they walked into the room. Christine growled softly as they circled around her; she felt like the lamb in a lions den.
"What do you two want?" she asked. Billy ruffled up her hair before they began to search around her room. Every other week or so her brothers did a search of her room since they knew she always had a stash of candy or sodas stashed somewhere. They were too lazy to go out and buy their own so they always stole hers.
"Would you lookie here," Zeke suddenly said. Christine's heart sank into her chest when she turned around and saw him holding the Peter Pan doll.
"Put that down!" she shouted, Billy holding her back so she couldn't get to him. Zeke held the doll by its arms and began to make it dance.
"Look it could be Christine's dance partner," he teased. Christine struggled to get away from her older brother but he was a lot stronger then she was.
"Come on Zeke put him down," she begged. Zeke stopped and soon his lips pulled into a large grin.
"Him? Is he your little friend?" he asked.
"What's his name?" Billy whispered into her ear. Christine quickly elbowed him in the stomach causing his grip to loosen. She then rushed at Zeke and snatched the doll from his grasp before landing on her bed.
"Get out!" she shrieked out loudly.
"Boys get out of your sister's room," their mother called from downstairs. Zeke and Billy took one last glance at Christine before they began to make their way to the hallway.
"This isn't over Christine," Billy scowled.
"Yeah we'll be back," Zeke said before they disappeared from sight. Christine shut her door behind them before stomping back over to her bed and collapsing down onto it. She hated her brothers with a passion; normally no matter how mean a brother was they were at least there for their siblings. Christine's brothers were the exact opposite. She held the Peter Pan doll above her, her fingers gently running through its blonde yarn hair.
"I wonder if the stories are true, do you exist?" she whispered. With a sigh though she set the doll back onto her pillow before walking out of her room and down the hallway.
Soon the sunlight fell and it was night once again. Christine slipped her blue and green plaid pajama shorts on before slipping a blue long sleeve tee on over her tank top.
"Christine?" a knock came upon her door. Christine opened her door and smiled when she saw her father standing in the doorway.
"Hello Daddy, what's up?" she asked. Patrick looked at her for a few moments before he cleared his throat.
"Your mother and I will be gone most of the night alright so your brothers are in charge of you," he said. Christine gasped in horror; she'd be dead by morning!
"You can't leave me alone with them," she begged. Patrick gave a nod as he glanced down the hallway towards the boy's room, both Billy and Zeke ducking back from sight.
"I know but maybe if you stayed in here for the rest of the night then they won't bother you," he hoped. Christine looked at him as if he was crazy.
"I'd tell the police to start looking for my body now," she said. Patrick kissed her head then made his way back for the staircase.
"You'll be fine, just stay away from them," he said.
"That's impossible their like a disease," she said under her breath before closing the door behind her. Before it could latch though a hand pushed it back open, Zeke and Billy pushing their way in.
"Did you hear that Billy?" Zeke asked as they followed Christine who was backing away from them.
"Oh no I don't think I did, what was that Zeke?" Billy asked. Zeke pushed Christine down to the ground, Christine wincing as she came across her bed frame. She could feel the stinging of the scraps she knew were now forming on her back as it brushed against the bolts and screws of the frame. She suddenly heard a small squeaking noise that seemed to be coming from the window, but her brother's snapped her attention back to them.
"We get the little one all night long," he said with an almost evil chuckle. Billy laughed alongside him and gave him a nudge.
"So what chores should we have her do?" he asked. Zeke thought for a few moments, Christine sharply biting her lip in hopes of calming herself down.
"How about all of them?" he suggested.
"Then she should make us dinner," Billy said as he gently gave his stomach a pat.
"Perfect idea there brother. Alright little fairy we order you to cook us lasguana and then do the dishes before finishing up the rest of the chores," Zeke said. Christine sighed in defeat before nodding.
"Alright I'll do it," she whispered. Billy and Zeke crossed their arms triumphantly before walked proudly out of the room.
"Good girl," they both said at the same time. Christine waited for a few minutes to make sure they were fully gone before she released all of the air from her lungs and soon began to sob. She hated living in her house especially with her brothers there. Her parents keep saying that they will move out soon but it never seeming to happen. Until they did actually move out all Christine had to look forward too was pain and misery.
Luckily Christine had learned from her passed experiences how to do her brother's chores quickly along with cooking dinner. About two hours later she was finally finished, the house clean and sparkling. As she slowly lifted her shirt she could see two deep scratches in her back, the blood having dried around it already.
"Jerks," she said before pulling her shirt back down. She soon pulled the adventure book from behind her pillow and began to flip through the pages like she did every night. Suddenly her stereo turned on causing her to jump slightly as she stared at it. Soon she realized she was sitting on the remote, a chuckle slipping through her lips as she closed the book and set it onto her desk. She then picked up the Peter Pan doll and twirled around with it as if it were her own dancing partner. Maybe one day she would be able to dance with the real Peter Pan and maybe, just maybe, escape from the world she was surrounded by. It was her dream to live in a world full of adventure and fantasy but she knew that where she was now it was impossible.
"Go to bed Christine!" Billy's voice called from the hallway. Christine scowled as she turned her stereo off and stomped over to the light switch.
"I'm going!" she shouted back before flicking the lights off. Before she went to her bed though she went to the stained glass window and slowly opened it. She stuck her head out and looked up to the stars.
"The second star to the right and straight on till morning," she said. After taking another glance at the stars she walked back to her bed and tucked herself in, the Peter Pan doll snug under her arm. She softly began to hum to herself but after only a few minutes, she was sound asleep.
The bell on her small clock chimed midnight, the soft lullaby slipping through the night. Suddenly the shadow from Christine's first night appeared at the window once more.
"Tink go look for any sign of this girl's name," the boy ordered. Soon the small fairy who was by his side floated into the room and began to pop in and out of dresser drawers, the boy slowly looking through Christine's desk. He immediately stopped when he saw the Darling's book lying on the table.
"The Adventures of Peter Pan?" he read aloud, the fairy immediately returning to his side as he picked it up and began to flip through it.
"It's the adventures I had with Wendy and the boys," he said softly. The brightly glowing fairy sat at the top of the book and lit up the words Wendy had written about them.
"I can't believe they wrote all of this down, all in this book too," he said. The boy immediately froze as something was pushed against his back.
"What are you doing in here?" Christine asked having been easily awoken from her slumber with his whispers. Her toy pirate sword she was given as a kid was clutched tightly in her hands as she pushed the end into the boy's back. From her angle she could only see the light that the fairy was giving off so she figured it was a flashlight that her brothers were holding.
"I came to figure out who you are," the boy finally answered. Christine's eyes widened when she heard the voice that she didn't recognize and she immediately stepped away from him.
"Who are you?" she demanded. When the boy turned around Christine held her breath tightly in her lungs. The small fairy floated up and onto the boy's shoulder, lighting up his face.
"P-peter Pan?" Christine stuttered out. She stumbled backwards in shock, tripping over herself and collapsing to the ground.
"What's your name?" Peter asked as he floated above her. Christine was speechless as she stared up at him. She had to be dreaming, that was the only explanation. At any moment now she would wake up, possibly even back in America for all she knew. Her mind began swirling around as she stared at him and before any one could do anything, she fainted.