Chapter 1

Closed Windows

"Sometimes you just have to close the windows on some things."

Cold air blew in from the open nursery room window, whipping the daydream blue curtains around.

"Close the window Michael!" Wendy Darling shouted angrily at her 7 year old little brother.

"B-but Peter," he stuttered, close to tears.

Wendy sighed and went over and closed the stupid window, "Peter isn't coming, Michael. He's never coming back, Neverland isn't real! It was all a dream, a very good dream.." She said softly.

John was listening to their conversation at the door. Tears threatened to leak out his eyes.

"How can you say that Wendy? How can you say that Peter isn't real, that Neverland isn't?" 12 year old John whispered hoarsley, his voice getting higher as he spoke, the hysteria rising in him.

Wendy turned to see John's red tear-stained face and sighed.

It had been three years since the Darling children had met Peter Pan. He had taken them to Neverland and they had fought pirates, danced with indians, saved a fairy, and met the mermaids. At first Wendy had also believed this wonderful dream but as time passed Peter never came to visit her like he had promised and she began to close the nursery room window. There was always closed windows after that. She had told herself that Neverland was just a dream and that Peter wasn't real.

The truth though was that Wendy was probably the one who believed in it the most but she had always said to herself that it was all just a dream to protect her fragile, weeping heart. After time passed by, her heart felt like it bled tears instead and her poor heart could not take it any longer. So Wendy was firm, saying everything was a dream. The once soft, warm hearted Wendy hardened as did her heart. Neverland being a dream created a protective shell around her weeping heart. Soon afterwards, she truly did believe it was all a dream, though her memories of Neverland were bright and vivid.

Wendy Darling looked outside the nursery room window, thinking of that one very special pleasant dream she had of a boy in green whom she had given a 'kiss' to. The arched moon shined down on her pale face as her hazel colored eyes brimmed with tears.


"OUCH!" Peter Pan cried out when a huge box fell onto his head and fell to the ground, spilling its contents all over the floor. He rubbed his head as a stream of curse words came out of his mouth.

"Peter." His mother called out in a warning tone. He grumbled and began to put everything back into the box (A/N: this box is going to be important later on so remember it ;D sorry for the intrusion by the way, thought I should just tell you, ok, back to the story!)

"Peter Pan, you should be getting to sleep now, it's late." His mother said with a demanding tone.

Peter grumbled but went to his bedroom anyways.

He looked out the window at the bright big crecsent moon which looked as if it was holding a thousand secrets.

It had been three years since Peter had been adopted by his mother. He couldn't remember his past at all, it was as if 12 years of his life never happened. He couldn't remember anything before he was adopted.

He had forgotten everything but a name, a name that embedded itself into his memory but that name was out of reach and Peter stopped trying to remember that name, it was all too hard. There was another thing he remembered, closed windows, but closed windows seemed so unimportant so he threw that thought aside.

"Why can't I remember?" Peter mumbled to himself as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this chapter! Blame it on writer's block!