"Peter...?" I ask. I don't know why though, it can't be Peter Pan. That would be just ridiculous, he's fiction. This is obviously a prank, Kat probably set it up. I yank my wrist from his strong hold and step back.
"Get the hell out of my house!" I tell him pointing toward the back door. He laughs and he walks over and jumps on the counter, not even caring he just broke into my house.
"What the hell do you think your doing? I said get the hell out!" I raise my voice at him. He smirks at me.
"Hell, you sure like that word don't you?" He says, he's cheeky and it's annoying.
"I have many other pleasant words, to call the intruder who broke into my house. How about ass, creep, moron." I say trying to be creative as I can. but fail miserably. I don't know a lot of curse words, I usually leave Kat up to that.
"Hmm sure you do." My intruder says, "the question is though, is why you have a problem with me now, I mean you never yelled at me before."
I'm confused, what does he mean "before". I've never seen this guy in my life before today, the only answer to this is it has to be some prank Kat set-up for me. I get the joke, I know i'm obsessed with the idea of Neverland. But she didn't have to go find some wacko and have him break into my house.
This "Peter Pan" seems to see my confusion, because he answers my question, "You've never had a problem with me being here before. Well you never were awake..."
What the hell?
"You've been watching me sleep! You're a creep, this is obviously a prank. Did Kat ask you to do this?" I ask, I mean i would've known if he watches me sleep.
"Again, who is Kat?" He asks. Okay, I'm freaked out right now, i guess the logical answer to this is that he is some creep who actually thinks he is Peter Pan.
"I'm calling the cops." I say as I go to grab my phone from my bag, but I stop dead in my tracks because I come face to face with the creep. I look into his grey eyes, how did he get here so fast? I break my gaze from his eyes and try to move around him, but his body is blocking my way.
"Can you move?" I ask annoyed, I seriously need to call the cops.
"No." He says simply, I look at his attractive face, and I hate to admit it. but he is extremely attractive. He smirks down at me, and I really want to slap that look off his face.
"Move." I say more firmly. I try to walk around him again but he won't let me.
"Move!" I say for the last time, he laughs and shakes his dirty blond head.
"Nope." He says while popping the "P". I raise my right hand and move it to slap him across his face, but he grabs my wrist before I could cause him a second of pain.
"Let go." I say, but he ignores me and gives me his famous smirk across his smug face.
"You have fire, I like that." He says, I roll my eyes and try to tug my wrist free from him.
"Your cheesy, now let go." I yell at him. He seems to take this into consideration, but shrugs it off. I mean he is technically holding me hostage. And I'm afraid on what he's about to do when he reaches to my pony tail. That's when I take my chance and collide my foot where its not meant to be.
I here him groan, and I push pass him. I start digging through my bag, but my hands aren't responding so i end up dumping all the continents out. I grab my phone and quickly call 9-1-1. Right before I'm about to press send I turn around, he's gone. I hang up the phone and walk to the back of the house. The glass door is wide open, I run toward it and slam it shut. Locking it. So I take this chance and run all around my house locking all the doors and windows, so no one can get in.
I don't know what to do now, I mean I just had a freaking intruder in my freaking house. I mean should I still call the cops, and report it. Should I call my mom, my dad? I don'[t know. Maybe I should call Kat, I mean she is my best friend, and this is something she might do. This has to be a prank, I mean the only people who know of my obsession of Peter Pan is my family and Kat. I quickly dial her number, I walk around my living room pacing waiting for her to answer. Instead it takes me to her voice mail.
"Hi, you've reached Kat leave a message." A recording of her voice says.
"Get over here now!" I say getting straight to the point.
I really hope this was all just a prank. I mean, Peter Pan? As much as I want to believe he and Neverland is real, I know that they aren't, it's just not possible. I don't really know what to think of it.
Why would Kat do this? She loves Peter Pan as well, so why do this. Have some guy act creepy and pretend to be him. Why would she want to scare me away from my favorite thing ever. I shake the thoughts out of my head, I really need to clear it out. I walk back into the kitchen and go over to my bag and start putting everything back in. I stop when I find my red book. I smile at all the memories that came from it, the first time I've heard the full story is when I was four, my dad found it in the attic. He sat me down and we were going to read one chapter, but my dad told me that I started crying when it was time for bed, so that night he read the entire book to me. I didn't even fall asleep, I was to intrigued by the story that was being told.
I smile and take the book in my hand and walk into the living room, I walk over to my dad's reading chair and sit down. I flip through the first pages, and get lost in the words. I follow along as Wendy Darling tells the stories to John and Michael, and how she tricks Peter and ties his shadow back on. I imagine Peter teaching me how to fly, I would kill to fly straight on to morning to see Neverland from the clouds. It's a dream that can never become reality.
i wonder what it would be like to fly, how the wind would feel against my face. To fly even for a couple of seconds would be a dream. Why can't dreams be real, why do they have to go away when we wake up? Why?
I can't see, it's pitch black. It's silent and I don't know where I am. I jump as I here a sound coming in from my right. I turn but again I see nothing, it's as if my eyes are closed. But I know there not I can feel the cold breeze against them. I try walking forward, to try and find some light. But I keep tripping over the ground, or maybe its my own two feet. I don't know.
Crack
I stop I freeze, I hear it behind me. But I'm to much of a coward to turn around. I hold my breath hoping whatever or whoever is behind me will turn around. I wait there, thinking the ghost is clear. I take a step forward, I wish I hadn't because I fall forward. I don't hit the ground though, I feel a pair of strong pair of hands grab my waist and pull me back. And for the first time in forever I don't scream, I don't even let out a sound.
"Do you believe?" I hear the voice whisper, it's his voice.
i sit up with a start, and look around and see I'm laying on the floor. I must have fell asleep when I was reading. I look around and grab my book that was still sitting in the chair. i sigh and sit up and grab the book.
That was different, it was the same dream I've had hundreds of times before. But the mystery was solved, I heard it. What the voice said, "Do you believe?" I don't know what to think of that. But the voice is what scared me, it was his voice. It must have been because it was still left on my mind. I really don't want to worry about the voice, all I want to figure out is the message of the dream.
Knock, Knock
it must be Kat, I really need to ask her about that creep. I run through my house and quickly toss the red book on the counter by my satchel. I run toward the front door, and quickly unlock it. I open the door to invite Kat in, hoping that she can have an explanation.
"Kat!" I greet her, but pause as I see who is at the door. It's him, It's the creep. I quickly slam the door, but it gets caught by his foot.
"Go away!" I yell at him, hoping he actually understands what I'm saying this time.
"I think I'll stay." He smirks and walks inside my house.
That's when my feet take of running, I run toward the kitchen and quickly toss my book inside my bag, I grab it and I start running to the back of the house. I run through the back door and let my feet reach the board walk, I quickly dig through my bag and grab my phone, I quickly text Kat the word, "HELP". Hoping she gets over here. I then start to dial for the police.
"I love it when they run." I hear his voice behind me, "but could you stop?"
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I turn and yell at him.
"I told you, I'm Peter Pan. Do you ever listen love?" He smirks. ugh I want to barf at his cheesiness.
"He fiction, you creep!" i yell at him. But he shakes his head and laughs slightly.
"Then, what about all those nights you whispered "believe"?" he says. How? How does he know that? He can't be, he can't it's fiction. I look at him confused.
"What?" I whisper.
"Come on Alexandra, you know who I am." He says, I'm frozen as I watch him walk towards me. i don't even find the effort to move.
"I don't believe." I whisper. He smirks, and then everything is black.
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