Second Star 3
I woke up the next morning, the sunlight streaming through an open window and a soft blanket draped over my body. I sigh content, and snuggle back down underneath the covers, not wanting to wake yet. Maybe it was just a dream, thank go- My thoughts are interrupted by a pair of rough, calloused hands pushing me out of the comfortable hammock bed, and onto the cold wooden ground.
"Wake up sleeping beauty." A low voice grumbles in my ear as the person yanks me to my feet. "Pan is happy you survived, and now you get to live with him forever." He mutters, as I rub my eyes, and turn to face him. "Although it isn't as fun as it sounds."
"Wh-Where am I?" I ask croakily, my throat dry and in pain. I rub it slightly, swallowing repeatedly.
"In his treehouse." The voice smiles, sticking to the shadows, keeping the hood up around the face and making sure I only see the teeth and mouth. I burst into tears, the realisation of having to stay here with Pan for the rest of my life. He comes towards me to comfort me, and as he does, I wipe away the tears, and slide his legs from under him, bfeore pinning him down, his wrists pushed against the floor. I growl at him.
"Nobody tells me what to do." I bring my forehead down, connecting it with his, knocking him unconscious. I need to escape⦠I look around the room, and see an open window which I jump out of, sliding down a rope to the jungle floor. I look around the land surrounding me, and head to shore. Try to find me now Pan I grin and look up from the floor, standing slowly as I run to the shore, moving faster and faster. I see the ocean in front of me and dive in, swimming as fast as I can away from where he is, and to get to a somewhat safe place. You lose Pan. You lose. I laugh softly, and they are the last thoughts in my head to pass through my mind as I hold my breath, moving down underwater. My ears pop and I stay still, letting my lungs struggle with being so far down under the water, and I breath in, water filling my lungs as I slowly drift unconscious, the water filling my lungs faster and faster. The rolling waves are the last thing I see, before a flash of silver passes in front of my eyes.
