Have you ever had those moments in life, where you could practically feel Death clutching you into his hand? The fear swells up inside you and at any moment you could just be swallowed whole. I never really thought about death before, well not in the sense of being murdered. I always imagined I would die under my own accord, when I was content enough to just let go. Never did I think I would be drowned to death by some unknown creature that I'll never get to look at.

At first I was paralyzed, simply shocked at the fact that someone, or something, was trying to kill me. I can feel the hands just grabbing at me and dragging me down. The serenity of it all was a bit weird to me. I felt completely fine with just watching the surface become further away. My hair just floated in front of me, reaching towards the surface, as if trying to hint to me that I was going in the wrong direction. It took me a moment to realize that I shouldn't be so calm, I should be fighting.

This is when I started thrashing. I snapped out of my trance and fought at the hands holding onto me, but then more hands seemed to be grabbing at me, as if it was a group of people pulling me under. I felt a scream build up in me, but I held it back. I tried to see my attacker, but they always evaded my vision.

My lungs started to scream in protest at the lack of oxygen. My body slowly went numb from the freezing water. Black dots swarmed my vision, but I continued to fight. That was until I accidently took a breath. The water entered my lungs and I started to choke. I was drowning and there was nothing I could do to stop it from happening.

I felt myself go limp. My body wouldn't listen to me no matter how much I screamed at it to move, to do something. My eyelids got heavier and I watched as the last bubbles of my breath left my body and floated towards the surface. Something crashed through the water, and then I blacked out.

I woke up coughing and someone started patting my back. I finished coughing and saw I was on the beach again and the sand below my hands. My hair hung around my face like a curtain and water dripped down from it onto the ground. Before I could look around any further I was greeted with a wave of dizziness before once again collapsing.

My mind kept coming in and out of consciousness. It felt as if I would blink, and I be somewhere new within seconds. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the trees surrounding me once again. I heard someone panting as they walked, and I realized somebody was carrying me before I closed my eyes again.

The next time I woke up I was still in the same position. I remembered that someone was carrying me and I turned my head to look at them. I saw it was Peter Pan from before. He didn't seem to notice I was awake because he was glaring ahead of us. I saw he was dripping wet before falling back asleep.

The last time I woke up in the haze I had felt a blanket being placed on top of me. I heard someone sigh from beside me before a familiar voice muttered "You're always getting into trouble." It must be Peter. I felt my hair being brushed away from my face and him place a kiss on my head. I finally found the energy to open my eyes to watch as he turned his back to me. He walked away and left me alone in the room. The door shut with a click and my eyes fell shut.

Unfortunately for me, I was dragged into the world of nightmares. I was once again under water feeling the hands grab at me and try to drag me down. The water was suffocating me and pushing me towards death. I felt as if I was trapped with no where to go. I took a breath for air and I started to black out, I was going to die. This is when I sat up and screamed. I thrashed around, trying to fight off the hands, trying to get air. My throat started to go raw, but I couldn't stop. I still felt like I was in the lake.

Someone gripped my arms and shook me, finally snapping me out of the trance I was stuck in. I opened my eyes and saw Peter in front of me. "Clara! Calm down!" I stopped screaming and looked around the room wided eyed, trying to convince myself that I was fine, that I wasn't in the lake. Finally I looked up to the green-eyed boy in front of me to see he was looking at me with concern. I took a deep breath and started to sob. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, allowing me to cry into his chest.

Eventually my sobs died down and I was left shaking in his arms. I slowly pulled away from him and muttered an apology to him, my face heated up with embarrassment for breaking down. Crying in front of a total stranger, yea that's smart. I looked up at Peter to see him smirking at me. He reached over to touch my face, but I winced away from his hand. He looked at me with confusion, but I looked away and wiped away my tears. I shook my head and pulled myself out of my stupor. I lifted my head up and asked, "What happened?" I winced at the scratchiness of my voice. He took no mind to my question and got up from the bed. He grabbed a canteen from the table before sitting back down in his spot.

I looked down at the canteen before looking back up at him. Peter smirked at my hesitation, "What? Don't trust me?"

I scoffed a little at this. Rolling my eyes I replied, "Well, considering you're a total stranger you can't really expect me to trust you."

I watched as an emotion flashed through his eyes, but it was too fast for me to figure out what it was. He simply raised an eyebrow at me, "I'm a stranger who saved your life."

I watched him for a moment before sighing. I nodded my head a little, "Touche, sir." I opened the canteen before selfishly taking huge gulps of water, the liquid poured down my throat and helped soothe it, finally getting rid of the burning sensation. Once I was finished I lowered my head to see him smirking at me. I rolled my eyes, "Before you say anything else, you never answered my question. What happened?"

Peter looked at me as if debating something, I shifted uncomfortably under his heated gaze. I made a motion with my hand, hoping he would finally speak. He shook his head, "Don't worry about it, you need to rest."

I looked at him in disbelief, "No I want to know what happened. Why was I in the woods? Why did I black out in the first place? Who was downing me? Why did you call-"

He covered my mouth with his hand, "Too many questions. You'll find out with time. For now you need to sleep."

I glared at him and went to protest once again, but his eyes shifted and he seemed to become irritated with me. Something told me that I should let it go, or else he wouldn't be so kind to me.

Hesitantly I sighed and nodded my head. The look in his eyes disappeared and he smiled at me. "Good." I went and laid down, wincing at the soreness of my body. He stood up from the bed and covered me with the blanket. Peter gazed down at me for a moment, his eyes seemed like they were filled with sadness. He turned around and started to walk away. Before leaving he turned around and gave me a slight smirk, "Sweet dreams, Clara."

I was left alone in the room once again. My mind told me I should get up and explore it, find out what I can. Maybe even run away from here. Unfortunately my body had other ideas because I grew tired and started to fall asleep. The last thought I had before I once again blacked out sent a chill through my body.

Pan sounds exactly like the voice in my head.

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