Maybe she just wasn't remembering correctly or maybe it was just her will to leave her life behind, but the journey was easier than she first thought it would be. The moment the stars and planets burst in to colour around them, she and the fairy flew at lightning speed toward the second star to the right. Toward Neverland.

The sky had suddenly illuminated around her and the water of the ocean rippled in to existence under her horizontal form. She laughed when she spotted that beautiful island ahead of them.

The male fairy smiled at her when she turned to him. He suddenly dipped in to the water briefly before coming back up and causing the smallest of showers to rain over her cheek. The young woman chuckled at his playfulness. She decided to retaliate but she only slapped the surface of the water with her hand as they flew across the rippling waves toward her new home. His ringing laughter carried them to the shore and when they touch down Wendy breathed in as much as she could.

"Neverland," she sighed and looked to the fairy who was hovering beside her face looking pleased with himself, "Thank you."

He dipped his head in reply and his lips quirked again. She didn't know why he had helped her but she didn't care. She was back and it was all thanks to him; she would never forget this little fairy.

"I would hug you if you weren't so small," she squealed. Now she just had to find Peter and all would be well. She could forget about London and...she quickly pushed the thoughts aside when the pain threatened to stab her heart. Pain seemed to seep back in to the forefront of her mind and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly. The fairy came to hover next her face and placed his small palm on her cheek, concern etched in to his features. But both of them jumped as a familiar loud call rang through the forest.

The call of an early rising rooster. Peter.

The pain almost vanishing, forgotten as Wendy jumped in to the air and zipped in to the tree line heading straight for that sound. She zoomed as fast as she could scanning the forest as she went. She could vaguely see her fairy guide still with her; it was comforting in all honesty but she had to find him. She had to!

She could suddenly hear muffled voices and tears began to gathered in the corners of her eyes. She was nearly there. He was so close!

There was the playful laughter of children and she found that it caused a chuckle of her own to bubble up - more lost boys! She had so many more stories to tell! Unfortunately, Wendy lost her focus being too excited to see where she was going and rounded a tree bark too quick causing herself to spin and collide sidewards on with the next tree full force. She plummeted to the ground and landed in a heap, grabbing at her side. The young woman groaned at the ache that burned across the right side of her ribcage travelling downwards to the top of her hip. That was definitely going to leave bruises.

Her new fairy friend worriedly fluttered about her person not being of much help but not wanting to leave her. His jingling words were ringing in her ears yet she still had no idea what he was saying to her. She just didn't understand.

"Who are you?" Her breath caught in her chest as she forced herself to straighten up despite the pain. Her eyes travelled up to meet the curious yet cautious eyes of the boy that haunted her dreams and gave her such wonderful childhood adventures. Her saviour Peter Pan stood in front of her, flanked by about five new lost boys and the infamous Tinkerbell. That magnificent boy stood looking back at her... while brandishing a sword pointed in her direction.

She told herself that this was fine. It was to be expected. After all she was older of course and so he would definitely be suspicious until he learnt who she really was. Then all would be fine.

Peter's eyes flickered to the male fairy and his eyebrows creased, "Magus?"

Tinkerbell flew toward the male and he flew toward her. They stopped a foot apart and seemed to jingle furiously at one another. Wendy's ears were ringing and she had no idea what was happening but Peter smirked and then chuckled as if one of them had said something funny. It didn't look funny to her. It looked like an argument.

Suddenly Peter's smile fell clean off of his face and his eyes trained on her, "What!" He dropped the sword and practically pushed the fairies out of the way. He crouched in front of her and she felt her heart soar. This was it! The moment they would be reunited for the rest of time, "Wendy?"

"Hi Peter," she felt her voice break from the emotion she felt. He didn't return the smile, the boy just looked her over curiously. "I missed you," she finally said after a moment of him scrutinising her form.

"Why?" he asked bluntly and it stung for some reason.

She stumbled over her words, "B-because I missed you. How could I not miss you? You were the boy who taught me to fly when I was a little girl."

"You're old now," he pointed out, again rather bluntly and devoid of emotion.

"Old'er' perhaps," Wendy emphasised uncomfortably and hesitated before she asked feeling incredibly dejected and like her world was about to come crashing down all over again, "Are you not happy to see me, Peter? At all?"

"I'm surprised," he shrugged and rose from his crouched position in front of her. He stepped back over to his new lost boys and picked up the sword he had dropped by their feet while he explained, "You know how time moves differently here from the Homeland. For all I knew you were dead."

He said it without any warning or any change in tone or demeanour. He simply didn't care. It felt like her heart had just been ripped out of her chest and stomped on for good measure.

"Its nice that you're not old enough to die," Peter said as if it were some kind of nicety and that it was supposed to make her smile. She did but only because she didn't know how else to react at this moment. He shrugged again as he turned to look at her over his shoulder, "You should go back before your parents miss you or the native's shoot you for dinner."

The mention of her parents hurt enough but the fact that he then laughed, as did the children, at the idea of the Neverland natives hunting her for food...her will to live on died. Her saviour had practically told her she was the same dead or alive and then laughed at the thought of her death. This didn't seem real.

The boy who she once loved more than anything... apparently hadn't spared her a second thought.

She lifted herself up off the ground despite the pain in her side and the suddenly very heavy weight of her splintered heart. The young woman hung her head low so that her face was partly covered by her long messy, still muddy hair. Her appearance was the least of her worries. She no longer cared about anything or anyone much less herself.

"May I have the sword?" she asked politely in a weak wavering voice and held out her open palm.

The boys stopped laughing and all turned suspicious gazes back to her again.

"I say don't do it, Peter, she'll turn on you," one of the new boys muttered.

"I say you should run her through first!" Another cheered.

Wendy squeezed her eyes shut trying to block out the nasty children's comments and she asked, "Are you really going to leave me defenceless in Neverland? I just need it to get off the island again."

Peter frowned at the sword and then shrugged once more and threw it at her feet commenting to the boys, "It's fine. She's probably forgotten how to use it. And anyway, if she tried I'd just kill her before she got close," he chuckled again and the sound vibrated through her, shaking her whole body. The boy jumped in to the air and turned to fly away, "See ya! C'mon Tink!"

"Wait for us, Peter!" the kids cried as they ran after him.

Wendy took a deep breath to try and keep the heartbroken tears at bay a little longer as she bent down and retrieved the sword. When she straightened again she noticed one of the boys hadn't run off yet. He was glaring up at her with his arms crossed.

"I don't know who you are but none of us would ever trust an adult like you!" the kid sneered, "Maybe Peter knows you but he's never mentioned any Wendy to us. Never mentioned that there was any lost girls for that matter!"

"You done?" Wendy's voice came out sounding less than confident and just down right exhausted.

"Don't come back!" the boy snapped and ran to join Peter's squad.

Sheesh! The new lost boys seemed spiteful and just plain nasty.

Wendy glanced down at the blade again and sighed deeply thinking it would be the only way to escape her pain. Her last and only resort. She flew back in to the forest travelling the way she had come. Maybe she would throw herself to the sea so it could carry her away to the unknown or maybe it would take her to the mermaids and they would give her the much needed relief she was desperate for. Or maybe she would just use the sword as she had first thought.

Oh why did it matter?

It all ended the same way. With her gone and with her her pain.

It all seemed to blur in to one fuzzy vision of colour but somehow she navigated her way to the shore that she had first arrived on not so long ago. How much time had passed? Ten minutes? Twenty? In no time at all, she had been stripped of all hope and thrown in to the abyss of pain and desperation that there would be only this relief from.

The tears flowed freely now and she gasped breath after breath, as her emotions struggled against her function to breathe. She collapsed on to her knees in the sand. The blade of the sword embedding itself in the warm soft floor.

The young woman beat the ground with her fist and let out an eruption from the gut, filled with her pain and anguish! The male fairy - Magus - was suddenly in front of her face. He had a worrisome expression and his small hands tried to grab her attention. She batted her hand at him.

"Go away!" she moaned between her breaths. He frowned, narrowing his eyes and shook his head getting in her face again. His jingles were relentless. She waved her hands about her person trying to rid herself of the fairy, "Stop it! I can't handle this! I can't...Go away! I don't wanna feel this way! Its all my fault! I deserve this!"

The fairy blindly flew around her pulling at her hair and pinching her arms and face to try and get her to stop as she reach for the sword and yanked it out of the ground. She turned it on herself, steeled herself and made her decision.

First there was nothing but adrenaline coursing through her system but next came the physical pain almost searing enough to match the mental agony she was in. Magus flitted about her face in panic not knowing what to do. She didn't remember falling or even seeing the ground coming up to meet her, but all of a sudden she was hugging the sand. Her eyelids began to droop, becoming too heavy to keep open and just before Neverland slipped away from her, she thought she saw blurred shapes running on the beach toward her and Magus.

I feel it should be said since I don't outright say it in the chapter but because its a very serious and delicate topic;
If you ever experience feelings of wanting to end your life please tell someone you trust and seek help. Speak to a doctor or a mental health professional. It is perfectly normal for thoughts like this to occur but there is a very fine line and it can be very serious. You should always talk to a trusted person about how you are feeling. You can find useful links on google by searching for them specifically and there are numbers you can call as well. Never believe that you deserve to feel that way - no one deserves to feel that way!

You are worthy of love, as is everyone of us!

Hazard