Okay so with some pushing from my reviewers I'm updating now, even though my life is super duper crazy! Some shit it going on with my family but my boyfriend is helping me keep my head together. Again, I'm not 100% sure how I want to go about this story in the long run so any ideas, ANY IDEAS AT ALL are appreciated and begged for. For real. Please help.

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Alice's POV


For the second time in as many days, well as far as I can tell, I awoke in a place I was unfamiliar with pain, this time in my head and not my wrist. Small miracles it seems. I tried opening my yes, only to feel a pounding within my skull and quickly squinched my face again. The faint light was already making it worse. I took a deep breath, then another and another. Finally I decided that the rocking wasn't just my head and willed myself to open my eyes for real this time.

I was lying on my back on top of a plush four-poster bed. The drapes were old-looking, and had bobbles and such strung on fishing net as decoration. I watched as the netting swayed from side to side, listening to my breathing and the sounds of gulls from the open port window. My stomach growled loudly, disrupting the somewhat peaceful silence. I could feel my cheeks grow warm, even though there was no one around to hear and reached up to rub the sleep from my eyes. It took a moment, for my whole body was sore and I silently cursed myself for being so clumsy and out of shape. My fingers felt something soft wrapped around my head. Bandaging made of some type of linen was tied carefully, but I wanted to rip it off because the fabric was beginning to itch horribly.

I sat up and swing my legs around, settling my feet on the unstable wooden floors. I took note that I was now wearing a tunic and leggings combination, though no shoes or vest or belt. After gaining my bearings again, I glanced around the cabin to find the exit, this action bringing me to remember what I did just yesterday morning. I stopped for a second, realizing I didn't actually know how long ago that was. I blinked twice and looked at the closest door.

It was wood, like the rest of the room, and quite plain. The handle was a simple latch, closed but not locked. I reached out and found the metal was warm, and before I could worry about what could be behind it, I yanked it open.

Something attacked me when the door was opened. It was long and smelled of moth balls. I tried to fight it off but it just became more and more tangled around me. I moved backwards to escape, only to trip over the corner of a rug and fall on my butt – painfully. Suddenly the attack stopped and I saw for the first time what had attacked me. It was… a pea coat? It was long and red with white frills and pockets adorning it in a gaudy sort of way. Feeling a draft through my leggings and tunic, I shrugged on the coat. It went about three inches from my ankle, so the person it belongs to must be quite tall.

Peering in the doorway, I cursed under my breath when I saw it was simply a closet, filled with frills and boots. Pushing the sleeves up past my hands, I secured the latch once more and walked unsteadily to the next door.

This one was larger by a margin and had a fancy knob instead of a latch. The wood was lighter, as if made from a different type of wood, and the frame around it depicted mermaids and fairies. Not knowing where this door could lead, I turned the knob to find that this too was warm, and pushed the door open. What I saw was definitely not was I was expecting.

A cool but salty breeze ruffled what hair was loose from the bandaging, the sun warm on my face. All around me, I saw men of all sizes working on whatever they were told to do. Some were tying knots, while others mended a sail. A few were playing a card game, and a portly little man in a stripped shirt was trying to get them to leave.

"Oh! Miss! You shouldn't be walking around! You've only just woken up!" The portly man turned to see me watching the goings on of the ship and addressed me, though I wasn't paying attention, "Um… Miss? Are you okay?" By this point, a familiar accent broke me from my daydreams. I could feel my eyes grow wide as I took in the all too familiar sight of the man in front of me.

How could I forget the striped shirt, bushy beard, rosy cheeks and cheery disposition? My face drained of all colour as my heart beat picked up it's pace. I could hear Smee calling for the Captain, but I couldn't make my mind work past the fact that THE Mr. Smee was standing before me. On a ship. In a cove. By an island. The pieces began to click one by one, making my whole world throw up on itself.

Island with a jungle, room made of roots, crowing from the sky, Mr. Smee…. It all made sense, though I wanted to reject the thought. My shoulders began to tremble as a large shadow covered me. Something cold and metallic lifted my chin up towards the sky. My eyes met his, and I knew with all certainty that I was right.

"Hello my dear. I'm glad you're awake. You took quite an injury to the noggin." Captain Hook said, almost tenderly, his hook never leaving my chin, "Though I couldn't help but notice the wounds on your arms as well. I'm no doctor, my dear, but I don't believe you received those running through the jungle." I wanted to break eye contact but I found myself frozen at the fact the Captain Hook, in the flesh, was talking to me.

"…." I couldn't seem to say anything, though I did try. The only sounds that would escape my lips were a gasping babble. And then I broke.

I ripped my face away from his hook, eyes growing even wider and mouth going slack. "NO! YOU'RE NOT REAL. YOU'RE. NOT. REAL!" I covered my ears with my hands and fell to my knees, "Y-YOU CAN'T BE REAL!" Tears began to fall, slowly at first them in rapid streams. My breathing picked up as well as the volume of my denial.

Around me, the crew was terrified at my sudden change of persona. In the distance, another presence was alerted to my distressed shouts, though no one knew who just yet.

"YOU'RE NOT REAL! I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU ANYMORE! I DON'T BELIEVE…I DON'T...I DON'T BELieve in you… anymore…" All my energy left, as if I was stuck by sudden fatigue. Hands tried to come near me, to help me to my feet, but I cringed away every time they came close, in fear my fragile reality will crumble even more.

I just wanted to wake up in my bed. This was too much; this dream was just too real. I fought the arms that tied to close around me for as long as I could before I couldn't fight anymore and gave in. The arms wrapped around my shoulders and held me tight, almost as if they were keeping my together in one piece. The shoulder belonging to the arms smelt the way the jacket my own shoulders wore did. I couldn't fight, or cry, or move, even if I wanted to.

From above us all, a young voice called out.

"I have found her! Unhand the lady, Hook, or I'll have to cut your other one off to teach you a lesson!"

Fuck no….


SO I don't really like how this chapter turned out, if I'm being honest, but all I know is that I would react the same way if I was in her place, though it seems really whiny and annoying and well… clique in that aspect. I also apologize for Hook being OOC, but I believe everyone has a soft side when not facing their enemies (AKA Peter Pan) And I'm also sorry that it's so short but I have homework I've been putting off and if I continued it would be twenty pages long or something ridiculous.

The self-harm ideal hasn't been brought up much in this chapter or the last, but with the way my thoughts are turning, it'll make another appearance, probably within the next few chapters. I broke a very important promise to a very important person and I'm loathing every second I don't tell him, though he's never going to find out.

Hasta La Pasta~~

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