You guys seriously made my day after the last chapter! So much speculation! I know I left y'all on a cliff hanger/tense point but I can't help myself! :) the drama of it all is too good to pass up!

Have a good Thanksgiving! I wasn't going to update but I felt bad leaving it the way I did.

Have a wonderful day!

(Thank you for the wonderful comments some made me laugh allowed they were so great!)

I remember the last time I slept in his bed. It was the last night of my first trip. I should have known the end was near. Peter wasn't speaking to me, not even a "good morning" when he saw me wake up. No usual: "did you sleep well? Did you dream?" It was as if I didn't exist any longer. Even the other lost boys, except Felix, said no more than a few words combined.

I was the outcast.

My brothers spoke to me as usual. They're interest in my life had fallen low at that point. There were too many boys around to be concerned with their sister. That is, until Michael got hurt and he requested I kiss his bruised skin because it made him feel better. This happened a few times a week.

The rest of the day held me on radio silence. During the day's activities, no one gave me a second glance. During supper, no one asked for a story.

It was lonely.

That night, Peter had come to bed late, not saying a word, and laid as far away as possible without being on the floor. He kept his angled away from mine, the only part of his head I could see besides his hair was his ear.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked his back.

He didn't answer.

"Peter, tell me what I did wrong!" I poked the back of his shoulder and he flinched before speaking.

"You didn't do anything. I think I'm catching a cold and I don't want you to get it." His lie went in one ear and out the other. The lost boys didn't get sick. Illness didn't exist on Neverland. Especially for Peter.

But I accepted his lie with a quiet 'okay' before turning my back on him with tears in my eyes.

I cried softly into my arm. I tried to stay as quiet as possible so he thought I wasn't bothered by his lying. But he heard me.

"Wendy." He said into the quiet.

And I left him with radio silence in return.

When I woke the next day, I was alone. Peter had already left me to start his day. That was when I realized I had done something wrong. Peter was always in the room when I woke up. Even the day before when the silent treatment started, he was there when I woke up. Sometimes he'd be in there talking to lost boys as I slept so he wouldn't have to leave wanted to make sure I knew he was that day, he wasn't.

I stood up, weary about the day, and moved to the chest in the corner that held some of my things.

It was empty.

None of my belongings were stowed away. I looked around the room, nothing but Peter's normal items were there.

I peered into the chest again to make sure I wasn't seeing things and a blue rose was at the bottom. I picked up the delicate steam and let my finger gently touch the petals. Blue roses didn't exist in my land. They were modified to look this way. But here, they grew this color.

I placed it on the bed and went in search of Peter. He had to know where my belongings were. He made sure no one else took them, so he had to have had a hand in this.

When I went outside, it was quiet. Too quiet. All I could hear was the wind whistling quietly in the morning air. Where normally the boys would be playing or eating or making some noise, there was no one. Maybe they had left?

No, the fire was still roaring a few feet away.

I climbed down the rope ladder and looked around. No trace of anyone. Even the footprints seemed to have disappeared.

As I moved around the fire, a heard rustling of the trees. Turning, a few lost boys came out of the trees, arrows and spears in hand. Pointed at me. "What are you doing?" I asked them. No one had pulled a weapon on me since the first day, and even then, it was a mistake.

They all stayed silent as more boys came from the brush forming a circle around me. They were capturing me.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked Peter as I saw him emerge into the circle with me. He wore no smile, no happiness in his face.

"Your time in Neverland is up." He said simply.

"My time?"

He nodded. "You have to go."

My pulse began racing as confusion took over my mind. "You said the other day you were happy I was here!"

He shrugged, disconnected from me. "I say things." "You lied to me?" I was genuinely hurt by the lie. One thing I thought he would never do is lie to me and now he's done it too many times to count.

"I did not lie."

"You did not keep your word!" I shouted at his calmness. He just stood there, ten feet away and looked disgusted to even glance at me as if I came from the pits of hell.

He glanced at a lost boy next to him and motioned to me. The lost boy pulled my bag from behind him and threw it at my feet. "Your belongings." Peter said coldly.
I looked down at my bag, crumpled and dirty now from the mud it landed in. He didn't care. Not even enough decency to hand me my bag. I tried to hold back my tears. I was tired of crying. But the dam I built wasn't strong enough. "What is wrong with you?"

Peter raised and lowered his eyebrows in a smooth motion as if he had thought about this question before. "There is no room for a girl on Neverland."

"Why because you felt something for me for the first time in god knows how many years?"

He shook his head. "I feel nothing towards you."

Lie, lie, lie.

"You're lying."

He shrugged. "I told you I wouldn't lie to you."

Tears were falling down my cheek now. "You disgust me." I spat at him before reaching to pick up my bag.

Like magic, our surroundings changed so only I and he stood on the beach. A fire blazed wildly next to us.

"Where are my brothers, Peter? They're coming with me."

He shook his head. "No they aren't."

I nodded growing angrier. He had no right to keep them. "Give me my brothers, Peter!" I raised my voice against him. I wished I had a weapon to threaten him. All my good feelings were gone.

"That's not a part of my plan."

"And sending me away is?"

He looked down and then into my eyes for the first time. "You are going to ruin the plan." He said harshly.

"What plan?" I did not know what he was speaking of.

"The plan that will save me."

I shook my head. "I won't ruin the plans!"

He nodded. "It's destined."

"Peter, don't. Let me see my brothers." I pleaded desperately. They were my only family.

Peter shook his head. "This won't hurt you."

He lifted his hand to me. I fell to my knees begging him to let me see my brothers. "They need me! John! Michael! They need me!" I cried harder and harder and Peter looked away from me.

He didn't like it when I cried.

"The only thing that will hurt are the memories." He said. "I'm too selfish to take them away."

I looked down at my hands. They were red from gripping each other in desperation.

When I looked back up. I noticed the fire blazing next to me and a castle in the distance.

I gasped awake, unable to breathe. I was leaning on Peter, my hand pushing against his chest above his heart. It felt like I had been trying to push through his chest. Which in my dream, I had.

"Wendy, are you okay?" He looked at me with wide eyes and put his hand over mine. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my palm.

It was just a dream.

I never pulled out his heart.

I swallowed and tried to slow my heart and breath. It was just a dream.

"Wendy?" Peter asked again.

I pulled my hand away from his chest and cradled it against my own. "I'm fine." I murmured. I wondered if he knew what I was doing. Why I was on top of him trying to shove my hand through his chest.

I moved away from him back to my side of the bed. Peter watched me cautiously. "You were getting a little aggressive."

I pushed my hair from my face. "I'm sorry. It was a bad dream."

"I try to accommodate you by allowing you to sleep in my room to avoid the dreams and here you are, nightmare filled and seemingly trying to kill me."

I gasped and looked at him. "I had a dream about seeing your heart." I tried swaying him away from me. "Maybe I was trying to see it?"

He raised his eyebrows in the darkness. "Maybe one day,"

"Not today."

"No, not today." He agreed before closing his eyes.

He looked peaceful again. Unaware of the danger that he welcomed into his bed.

I contemplated going to find Felix. Maybe sleeping in his room could allow me the break to not kill Peter. I still needed him, I think. I couldn't listen to the shadow. It must have been all the blood in my room. The visions my mind created as well as the was a deadly mix.

Although I thought about it, I sank back into his mattress and watched Peter breathed for a little bit. Timing his breaths made it easier for me to fall back into my own slumber.

This time, heart free.