But you went away,
How dar you.
They say I'll be ok
But I'm not going to ever get over you.
-Miranda Lambert
Chapter 11:Darkness
He awoke with cold sweat. It was just a dream. No he mentally scolded myself. It was a memory, the memory. Of the moment that changed his life. When he lost Sia. The most important thing in his life.
Or had he? he looked down into his arms where he was holding a figure. It was dark out so he couldn't see much, but the figure was the same size as Sia. Fit into him the same way Sia did. He caught a glimpse of hair from the light of the moon and instead of seeing the beautiful auburn hair he was so accustomed to waking up to, but raven black hair, then he remembered Sia was dead there was no brining her back, this was Annie. The spunky little street rat that stowed away on Hook's ship. The daughter of that drunk.
Rage filled inside of him. She was trying to replace Sia! She was trying to weasel herself in, no, NO. He screamed in his head.
His scowl deepened. He got up and left the girls tree hut. That's all she was to him now, a girl a pathetic stupid girl that he would dispose of, as soon as he was done with her. And soon he would be.
Anastasia POV
I woke up and he was gone. I was confused at first. But realized he must be trying to get at something, ok fine to could play at that game, I'd just have to step up my game.
I soon learned after arriving to NeverLand that not only did magic exist, but I too could control it as long as I concentrated very hard. So I summoned up some clothes. I needed to play with Peter without him realizing what I was doing. I had to trick the trickster.
It was kind of funny walking into camp this morning. To see some of the boys choke on their food. I had to remind myself that these boys haven't seen any girl in who knows how many years so they aren't used to the styles… oops. Though I couldn't fight the smirk on my face. I sauntered over to the pot where the stew was that we ate for breakfast lunch and dinner. Most people would be sick of the taste by now, but being a girl who had never had much to eat, if any at all, this was heaven. I collected my rations and sit at a log by a group of boys that were older then most the lost boys and looked my age.
"H-hi." One stuttered. I had never had this effect on anybody before, and to be honest, it felt good. Another boy not so discreetly hit him in the shoulder and said, "Real smooth Travis, real nice." He turned towards me and flashed me a smile "I'm Marcus." I wanted to bust out laughing, I really did. But I couldn't cave now, to late for that. I smiled and said, "I'm Anastasia, you can call me Ana though. You know what, you can call me whatever you like." Marcus was well built and I could tell that even though he was sitting he was tall. He had a pretty face, he was tan and had beautiful blue eyes with blond hair. He'd do. I decided.
He smiled at my comment and continued flirting with me, and I'd flirt back. All of the boys looked at him in awe, as if he were some sort of god, that he had the nerve to talk to the pretty girl.
I never in my life thought I'd be that girl. The pretty one that had boys drooling over her. I had a boyfriend once. His name was Carter and he was good to me. We were together for two months, not long now that I think about it but I was content at the time, but then the family that had taken me in died in a car crash two weeks after Carter and I's anniversary. So I left I stopped by Carter's house before I left and tried to explain, why I had to leave but he convinced me to stay. With him, his parents loved the idea. They knew about my situation, being homeless and they didn't want to see me on my own again. Everything seemed amazing, three weeks later, the house burned down. I was the only one who had made it out.
I was on my own again for another year. I had my share of hook ups but I couldn't get in a relationship, not when Carter was there in my mind. And he always will be.
Marcus was telling me some story that I had tuned out but kept my smile on and nodded my head to make him think I was paying attention. He was really starting to bore me. I wonder if Peter had noticed at all, I mean seriously, he was the reason I was putting up with this boy.
Marcus finally shut up about whatever he was talking about, but I hadn't noticed until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over and saw Peter with a calm face. Boo. "Yes?" I asked trying to sound annoyed. "Get up."
"No."
"What?"
"No me and Marcus here are trying to have a conversation and your kind of ruining it." There was the pissed off expression. He grabbed my arm and hauled me up. That's when Marcus tried to intervene. "She said she doesn't want to go." He stood up to his full height, which was taller than Peter and I was right he was much, much bulkier than him too.
I knew Peter's full attention was on Marcus no, I mean seriously even I knew at this point no one stood against Peter Pan. Even I knew when to quit it with him. I grinned to myself when I knew no one's attention was on me anymore, everything was going to plan. Until Peter killed Marcus.
My eyes went wide as I tried to comprehend what just happened.
"And what say do you have in this, Marcus?" Peter had asked. "She doesn't want to go with you, she's staying with me." They where arguing over me like I didn't have my own opinion. "You know Pan, I'm getting sick of this. You walk over us like you're a saint and we should bow to you. Well your not. Just because of what happened with Sia doesn't give you permission to treat us like dirt. What happened to her sucks, but if she hadn't been such a dumb-" Marcus never got to finish his sentence. Peter took a dagger that was hidden from sight in his belt and like a snake sprung and slit Marcus's throat.
Marcus fell to the ground blood pouring from his throat that was only half connected to his body. My mouth dropped open. He died because of me.
Peter had showed me my heart. It was pink with black smudges. I could just imagine a black smudge just appearing. Peter sheathed his dagger, grabbed my arm and stormed off into the woods. Looks like we were going to have a chat. One that I wasn't looking forward to.
