So, first chapter! Woo hoo! I'm so nerVOUS. Again, thank you for being here! This chapter is fairly short, but hopefully the next chapters will be a bit longer. I just needed to kickstart the story off, y'know?
Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan or Disney, just my oc, and I'm not making a profit off this.
And without further ado, enjoy!
Mother always found the time to tell us stories about Peter Pan.
No matter what happened, she would always tell us a story every second day. Even when Father left her. Even when she was sick. Even when she had a thousand things on her plate. Me and Todd would curl up on the lounge, and she'd sit in her armchair, her eyes drifting to the window, and she'd relay tales of when Peter Pan came to her window and took her to Neverland, how they fought pirates and met mermaids and explored forests. Every second night. Without fail.
Except today. Except this week.
My second week in hospital.
There was no lounge, no armchair. No Todd, no Mother. No stories. Just quiet.
The ugly gash on my arm stung, but I didn't really feel it. I was too deep in my own head to worry about my wounds and broken fingers, too focused on the pattern the moonlight made on the roof.
I kept replaying the crash in my mind. I kept seeing that moment when the truck collided with the side of the car, that exact moment my life ended and became a nightmare.
I squirmed in bed. Just don't think about it.
I could leave hospital soon. "Just a few more days! You're nearly all better!" the nurse had chirped, like I wasn't going to be going to an orphanage as soon as I healed. Alone. A gross mass of anxiety curled around my stomach and made me sick. Was I going to have to scrub floors? Would they shout at me? Would I be fed properly?
I'd be fine, it was probably illegal to do that stuff nowadays - Mother always told me not to believe everything you see on tv. Mother knew everything. Mother...
I brought my good hand up and covered my face, like it would hold any tears in. I just... I wanted to hug her. I wanted her to hug me so I could bury myself in her warmth and her smile and I'd feel better. But I couldn't. She was gone.
I bit my tongue and my lip began to wobble. I was going to cry, just like I did every night. Dammit.
I sucked in a deep breath - one, two, three - and exhaled - one, two, three. They wouldn't want me to cry. If Todd was here, he'd bring me his teddy and make me cuddle it until I felt better. Oh, Todd. He was too small. Too young and too small and I had been right next to him, right next to him when that truck hit us, I could've protected him, I was his big sister and he trusted me -
I grunted and hit the bed with my fist. I had to be strong. For them. Taking one more deep breath I turned my head to the window and tried to find our stars... the biggest brightest stars in the sky. I squinted. I couldn't see them from this angle.
I had to see them. I always felt happier when I saw them. I sat up in bed and swung my legs out, gingerly touching my feet to the cold floor. I tip-toed to the window, and pushed the curtain aside.
It took me one second to find them. They were right where they always were. Two huge, bright stars, twinkling comfortingly up in the dark.
The first star, and the second star to the right.
I knew that the second star to the right led to Neverland. In Mother's stories, Peter flew up, up, up to the star and magically there was Neverland, a beautiful paradise laid out beneath him. I didn't know where the first star went. Maybe nowhere. Mother didn't even know the answer to that one.
I sighed, and leaned on the windowsill. Peter Pan would come and get me soon, surely. He came for Mother, and for Grandma Jane, and for Great Grandma Wendy. That meant it was my turn next. He'd come and sprinkle me with pixie dust and we'd fly away to Neverland and have adventures. I shut my eyes. That's what would happen. He was real because Mother had seen him. He'd come.
"I believe in you, Peter Pan," I whispered into my empty room.
Silence. Nothing. I was surprised I was surprised.
Dejected, but calmer, I crawled back into bed - who knows how late it was - but I left my curtains open. Just so he knew where I was.
Goodnight Mother, I thought, like I could project my thoughts up into heaven, and I closed my eyes.
This time, the car crash didn't follow me into my dreams.
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