Chapter 9:
"Wendy?" echoed through my ears. I shook my head; Peter slipped his hand off my waist and headed towards her.
"Peter no! This has to be a trick, I saw Grandma Wendy die with my own eyes, I saw her eyes open, but un-seeing, she lost grip of my hand! Peter that's not her! Peter get back here! Peter! Peter! Peter, no! Don't touch her."
"It's alright Annabelle, I'm not evil or anything, just a ghost, a memory." Peter's hand fell. "I'm sorry Peter, but don't worry I'm in a better place. I'm glad you found my Annabelle." She turned to me, "I see you've taken a liking to the lost children, quite protective aren't we?" I shrugged my shoulders, still on guard.
"What do you want? Why are you here?" I asked the ice obvious in my voice.
"I'm here to warn you, you're in danger. James Henry Hook is more evil than he looks." She looked to me, "Don't fall for him, he's just using you." She started to fade. "Don't fall for it." She whispered, and then like that she was gone. There was a stunned silence, and then Corky broke it.
"That was so cool!" he said, I guess he was named Corky for a reason. I turned to Peter.
"Oh Peter!" I cried; tears were starting to spring up in his eyes. I gently, but quickly put down Fuzzy and Bitterblue, and I rushed over to Peter. Then I realized that I was crying too. I pulled Peter into a tight embrace. I stroked his red hair. "Peter its okay. You heard her; she's in a better place. There's no need to worry. I'm so sorry Peter." I whispered still stroking his hair. He grabbed my waist and brought me closer.
"I just thought she was really here. I thought that she had come back for me." I continued to stoke him. His arms were moving down, but I didn't notice. "I mean, Wendy could be alive, somewhere, and you could just be telling me a lie. How in the world would I know?" I laughed mentally.
"Peter I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone. But first," I unleashed him and turned to the kids, "You guys need to go off and do something outside of the here; I need to talk to Peter alone." I said, taking the time to look each of them in the eye. They all nodded silently and started climbing up to the exits. I silently smiled; motherhood was easier than you would think. I turned back to Peter. He stopped crying, but he was still wiping his eyes.
"I'm sorry Annabelle; I think that's the first time I've ever cried." I just nodded.
"Peter, I have something that I have to tell you." I said, looking down at my shoes. "I didn't always live in an orphanage, just most of the time. I originally lived with my parents, and then they decided that they hated me, so they dumped me on Auntie Jane's doorstep." I looked up at Peter, his face full of twisted emotions; I took a deep breath before I continued. "Then Auntie Jane, she got in an absolutely horrible accident, and wasn't able to take care of me anymore. So then I was given to Grandma Wendy. I spent the rest of her life with her and Grandpa David, but before Wendy died she gave something to me, to give to you if I ever saw you. She also told me to tell you this. 'Peter I'm so sorry, but I waited, and waited, but you never came. Eventually I grew up, event though I tried so hard not to, and my parents married me to David. But I never forgot about you, never, I told your stories to my children, who told their children, who told their children. But everybody has a time to go, and it's my time now. I'm sorry Peter, and please take good care of my Annabelle. I've always loved you and forever will, no matter where I go.'" My eyes were tearing up at the memories that filled my mind. "And she told me to give you this." I said, reaching up to my neck, where the 'kiss' was. I slowly unlocked the chain that was locked around my neck. I grasped it in my hand, and walked over to Peter; I picked up his hand and gently placed it in his hand. "'I love you Peter Pan.' Quote Wendy and Annabelle Darling" I whispered in his ear, I kissed his cheek and walked away. Not looking back.
"I'm sorry Peter." I whispered as I climbed out the exit.
Author's Note: Hi guys. I didn't exactly get all the reviews I wanted, but I mean, you can't rush that kinda stuff. Oh well. *huffs breath* Well I really don't have a heart to kill the main character, but I've decided that I'm going to give her a near-death experience, not this chapter, or the next, or the next, maybe later in the story. It will involve pirates and swords and sacrifices, and awesomeness! Well tootles, and please try to review.