Chapter 2: The Book
Hannah's Perspective:
"Come in."
When I opened the door I was greeted by none other than Tommy. He almost towered over me, being I was only 5'8 and was 5'11. His chocolate brown hair was trimmed short, accompanied by his light brown eyes. He stepped in through the doorway and lounged on my already-made bed. I closed the door behind him and locked it, not wanting any uninvited guests. Tommy started off immediately;
"Are you gonna tell me what happened, or am I gonna have to keep guessing why my dad is downstairs angrily shredding your school transcripts?"
He cocked a brow and looked me in the eyes. Dang it I hate it when he does that…I walked over to the other side of my bed and threw myself onto it.
I grunted and slammed my face into a pillow.
"You're dad can be an ass" I mumbled into the pillow.
Tommy chuckled;
"Yes I am aware my dad can be a real jerk at times. Now tell me what happened this time."
As if he really needs to ask.
"Or should I let the shredded transcripts speak for themselves?" he eyed me with humor.
I scoffed;
"Oh haha real funny. At least he's not shoving college applications down your throat."
I cracked my knuckles.
"What I did wasn't even that bad" I continued as I lifted my face from the pillow.
"Let me guess, you started a chemical fire in your chemistry class?" he guessed.
I spoke;
"Nope."
"Hmm" he said.
"Pulled the fire alarm at lunch?" he suggested.
I sighed;
"No that was last year."
Tommy nodded his head;
"Ah right. Publicly humiliate the janitor for the fifth time?"
"Nah, too predictable" I said, shaking my head.
"Well, you have me stumped" Tommy admitted.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
"Fine, you wanna know what I did?"
Tommy was always the first person I told whenever I got into trouble. At least he won't scream at me until his face turns blue. It's happened more times than I can count with my uncle.
"Please, do tell" he raised his brows.
I sighed and rested my eyes.
I told him;
"I spray-painted a mural in the auditorium."
Tommy looked shocked.
"Really? You did that?" he exclaimed.
Please don't be disappointed…
He eyed me with a grin;
"Up top."
I rolled my eyes as we brought our hands up and high-fived. Our relationship was quite interesting if you ask me. He may be my cousin, but he's also kind of my best friend.
"So what now, another suspension? If you're not careful you're gonna get—"
"Expelled?" I interrupted.
I began to pick at my fingernails, not meeting his eyes.
"I wouldn't worry too much about that anymore. What's done is done. Can't take it back."
Tommy was quiet for a moment.
"Oh man, you got expelled again didn't you?" he questioned.
I waited a moment before speaking;
"You betchya. And 'Mr. Grumpy Pants' isn't too thrilled."
Tommy shrugged his shoulders;
"Well I mean, this is the third school you've been expelled from. I'm sure he's running out of options at this point."
Ugh…why is Tommy always right? I threw my face back into my pillow.
"Doesn't mean he has the right to tell me when I have to grow up" I mumbled once more.
At this point Tommy was taken back.
"What? He told you to grow up?! That's so uncalled for!" he exclaimed.
"Pfft, tell me about it" I groaned.
"You grow up when you want to and when you're ready, not when someone tells you to" he explained.
What is he thinking? What world is he living in?
"What do you know about growing up?" I sassed.
Obviously he's just joking around, right?
He replied with a grin;
"Plenty, if you must ask."
Tommy cocked a brow and sat up on my bed.
"You could actually call me an expert" he gloated.
I rolled my eyes and dismissed him;
"I think I'll stick with the oompa loompa that lives across the hallway from me."
I proceeded by pushing Tommy off the bed with my foot as I heard him smack onto the floor.
I laughed;
"Looks like the expert needs to learn some coordination."
Tommy groaned and eyed me from the floor.
"You can be a pain, you know that?" he sighed.
I scoffed;
"That's my job!"
I could already assume that he was rolling his eyes. He got up from the floor and stood up.
"Listen, I don't know how to really help you out with my dad except maybe just giving him some time to realize that he was being pushy. Just try to stay out of trouble until he finds you a new school, okay?"
I chuckled to myself;
"Can't make any promises."
He eyed me as he cocked a brow.
"Alright fine" I budged.
Why do I always let him guilt trip me into things?
He smirked;
"Good girl."
He began to head towards the door and opened it. I stopped him as he was closing the door behind him.
"Hey if you need me I'll be at the library" I told him.
For a moment Tommy seemed surprised.
"Since when do you read?" he questioned.
I narrowed my eyes playfully;
"Since first grade."
Tommy rolled his eyes.
"Okay 'Smarty Pants', just be back for dinner. Or else my dad will think you ran away" he grinned.
I nodded my head as he shut the door behind him. For a moment there was silence, that was until Tommy began to blare music from his room. Technically he was supposed to have moved into his college dorm by now, but all of the dorms were being redone. So I guess we're stuck with him for another month or two. I should I say in a month or two it'll just be Uncle David and I. I shiver at the thought of me having to deal with him by myself. Maybe I could just get a job at a gas station and spray paint graffiti on the side of the building during my breaks. It's amazing how my uncle barely knows me. He thinks I would actually vandalize other people's property…Well, actually, I kind of already have. But I wouldn't consider anyone that works in the school district human. They're all just mindless zombies to me. No emotion, no creativity, they're just…there. I looked over at my bedside table with the clock sitting on top of it. The clock read 3:30, which meant that if I wanted to catch the storytelling I'd have to get going.
Ugh who am I kidding? I'm a child stuck in a teenager's body. Or I guess you could say I'm a 'kid at heart'.
I rolled over to the end of my bed so I could reach my feet to the floor without falling face first like an idiot. I noticed that throughout my rampage into the house I guess I forgot to take off my shoes. Fine by me, I don't have to go downstairs and cross paths with my evil uncle. I figured I wouldn't need anything for the library so I walked over to my window. My room was on the second story of the house but I didn't really mind. There is always a way back in if you look hard enough. I slid the window open and felt the cool autumn breeze against my skin. For Wisconsin I'm honestly surprised we're not submerged in a foot of snow. Literally sometimes the sun just decides it doesn't want to make a special appearance so it'll drop like twenty degrees in a day. Regardless, I sat on the ledge and prepared myself to jump. Across from my window was a large tree suitable for me to break my fall. Feeling a short adrenaline rush, I jumped to the tree and held on tight. Slowly I climbed down to the point where I could just drop myself off. My feet landing on the ground, I was alive. Can't go to college if I'm dead, right?
Ugh…speaking of which…
I glanced through the glass french doors checking to see if my uncle was anywhere in sight. Not to my surprise, he wasn't anywhere I could see him. My bet's on him still shredding my transcripts. Can't say I blame him. I get in trouble a lot and military school is most likely my next stop. But at least I won't have to deal with him. Who knows, maybe I'll actually grow up a little like he wants. The coast being clear, I started for the sidewalk. The library was only a few short blocks from the house, so it would only take about ten minutes to get there. Along the way I noticed all of the dying trees and the red and orange leaves that crumpled underneath my feet as I walked across them. It's not too long until the leaves will blow away and the trees will die completely from freezing. The ground will soon be covered with snow and another year will end. One year closer…Sometimes I wish I wouldn't be shamed for not wanting to have to deal with the things that come with being an adult. Bills, taxes, grocery lists, it just sounds boring. Definitely doesn't sound like the life for me. As if I have a choice though. I guess it's just the way life has to be. Not too long after leaving the house I stood before the library. The building itself was quite old and from what I've heard the books are even older. Walking up the steps I entered the library. It was mostly quiet with a few hushed voices here and there. Obviously the children aren't here yet, otherwise the quiet scene wouldn't be so quiet. Strolling over to the 'Teens' section, I began my search. What book shall I pretend to read today? I traced my fingers along the spines of the books as I read each title. Some of the titles included "Romeo and Juliet", "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea", and who could forget "Twilight"? Though none of these really appealed to me. If I'm going to fake read something at least make it believable enough that I'd actually read it.
"—Looking for a good read Miss Taylor?"
I turned toward the source of the voice, who happened to be the librarian; Mrs. Robin. She was restocking books from a cart only a few feet away from me. She was a very kind woman with bright blue eyes, red rosy cheeks, and an English accent. I don't know exactly how old she was, but she was definitely older than seventy. But even for seventy she seemed to have it all together. It seems as though she was almost like a child. She was very cheerful and always had a smile on her face.
"You could say that. I'm always looking for a good story" I told her with a smile.
It was hard not to smile around her. She could brighten anyone's day.
"I see. I don't suppose that's why you come every day at four o'clock, is it? For the stories?" she grinned.
Another thing about her; she's very intelligent. There's truly no way to fool her.
"What, me? Pfft are you kidding? I only come here for grown-up books like…"
I looked over to the bookshelf next to me to think of something and pulled out a random book.
"—Julius Caesar. There's nothing like it. I would much rather spend my time reading about boring Romans who kill each other than a servant girl who finds her true love at the king's ball" I explained with a slight hint of sarcasm.
Mrs. Robin laughed softly;
"Oh really, what's your favorite chapter?"
Of course…
I exclaimed in a fake tone;
"The whole book! You couldn't possibly tell me to just pick one chapter!"
She shook her head and dismissed it. I put the book back on the shelf and laughed to myself.
"Well how has life been treating you Hannah? Of course, when you're not reading Julius Caesar."
I put on a fake smile.
"Things have been going great for the most part."
Mrs. Robin looked up from the books on the cart and at me.
"That's great…" she smiled.
She paused for a moment.
"Now tell me what's really on your mind" she said raising a brow.
This woman can literally read minds. It kinda scares me to be honest.
"How can you tell?" I asked bluntly, referring to how easily she could read me.
She shook her head and smiled as she spoke;
"Dear you don't have to pretend around me. I understand you may not be interested in adult topics like Julius Caesar. I know much more about children than you would think."
My eyes widened;
"I see."
"Now go on and spill it. What's got you down?" she continued.
I shrugged my shoulders;
"Just feels like time is flying by. Soon it won't be socially acceptable to enjoy these stories."
I looked to the shelf next to me full of children's books. I could spend hours reading them.
Mrs. Robin began;
"You are never too old for fairytales. I used to tell stories to my younger brothers all the time."
"Oh really? What kind of stories?" I questioned.
For once something was actually peaking my interest.
"Oh you know, how Cinderella defeated pirates, or how Sleeping Beauty awoke from her slumber. Other stories were just about horrid pirates and their battles at sea."
"You sure have a creative mind" I said.
She shrugged her shoulders with a giggle;
"Well, every story is a good story in someones' eyes. It's fine that someone doesn't enjoy a certain story, but there will always be people who do enjoy it. That's why I refuse to give into the grown-up standards, I simply will not! I shall read as many bedtime stories as I please!"
Is it sad that I think I'm relating to an elderly librarian more than my cousin who I've known my whole life?
"That's an interesting way to put it Mrs. Robin" I responded.
Why can't Mrs. Robin be my guardian? She seems to be the only somewhat sane person that understands me. Everyone I know is pretty much looney.
"Why thank you dear. Also, since you seem to have as much of an interest in fairytales as I do, would you mind doing me a favor?"
I shook my head;
"Sure."
What am I supposed to do? Say no?
"Would you mind reading to the children today? For around an hour maybe? I am just completely swamped with things to do."
"Yeah I can do that for you" I spoke.
She smiled with enthusiasm;
"Oh thank you! The little ones should be arriving around four o'clock."
"No problem, what would you like me to read?" I asked.
Mrs. Robin licked her bottom lip as she thought. I could see from the look in her eye that she was cooking up something.
She started;
"I think I've got the perfect one."
Mrs. Robin walked over to the historical section where all of the older books were kept. I followed closely behind her. She stopped in front of a tall bookcase and scanned the shelves. Her finger trailed along the spines of the books as she searched for a specific title. Eventually it seemed as though she came across the one she was looking for. She carefully pulled it out of its spot and handed it to me. The book wasn't very heavy and only had to probably have around two hundred or so pages. The cover was a dark green and the title was printed in gold letters. I read the title aloud in question of her choice.
"Peter and Wendy?" I asked.
She looked at the book with so much love and care.
"Oh yes, it's a classic. This copy used to be mine."
Whoa, this book must be old. Though I'm pretty sure this isn't the story I'm thinking of.
"Is this the story of Peter Pan? I thought it was just a ten page Disney storybook?" I asked curiously.
Mrs. Robin held an expression of surprise.
"Oh heavens no! A story like this deserves every page it's printed on."
I guess it's okay. I don't really see the appeal. It's such a simple story.
I started again;
"What about something with some adventure, you know, something mind blowing?"
She looked at me questionably and smiled.
"Why it's one of the greatest adventures of all."
Okay fine I'll read it. Who knows, maybe I'll understand what she's talking about.
"Now you better sit down in the chair before the children arrive. It's almost four. Good heavens I need to get some work done around here! Enjoy the story!" she said with a kind heart.
She walked away towards where she left the cart and went on her way. I looked down and examined the book cover once more. Peter Pan? I'll give it a shot…I walked over to the rocking chair in the corner of the library and sat down. Not a moment later I was already going through the book, scanning a few pages at a time. The last time I remember reading Peter Pan was several years ago when Tommy read it to me. He was probably around thirteen and I was most likely around nine or ten years old. He always had a fascination about Peter Pan…and I never knew why…
Moments later children began to file in from the front doors of the library. As soon as they saw me they immediately bolted over to me and sat down, ready to listen. One after another they adjusted themselves and gave me their attention. A small blonde haired boy with pale blue eyes raised his hand to ask me a question.
"Yes?" I asked, giving him permission to speak.
"Um, what are you gonna read to us?" he asked.
I let out a small laugh.
"Well I'm going to see how far I can get in an hour, but how does Peter Pan sound?" I spoke to the children.
The children all had positive attitudes. Frankly I don't think they really cared what they were going to be listening to for the next hour. Most likely they were probably just glad that they didn't have to do their homework immediately after school.
"I heard that Peter Pan can fly!" a girl spoke.
"I heard that he cut Captain Hook's hand clean off!" said another.
"I heard that Princess Tigerlily was hot!"
"Settle down" I spoke over all of the excited children.
"Is it true? Can Peter Pan really fly?" a boy asked me.
I wish I knew buddy. Honestly I wish he was real. Then maybe he could teach me to fly and I could go through any fast food drive-thru window without having to have a car. But these are children, I can't just say that. I'm not sure what I really expected when I started reading to kids a couple months ago. I'm not very good with children seeing that I'm the only child from where I came from. I've never really had the opportunity to interact with kids that probably think similarly to me.
"Why of course he can" I assured them.
"Just think a happy thought…and the world is yours."
The kids were amazed and soon quieted down so I could begin.
I began to read;
"All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this."
I looked down for a moment to see if the children were still even listening. To my surprise, they were content.
"One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth—"
Henceforth? Are these kids going to even know what henceforth means? Heck I can barely sound it out.
"Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end."
It went like this for a while. Before I knew it the clock on the wall showed five o'clock. I shut the book after finishing the third chapter and the children were not pleased.
"No please don't stop reading! We wanna hear about the flight to Neverland!" they all complained.
These are some passionate kids I'll tell you that.
"I'm sorry—" I laughed.
"—But the hour is up. You all have to go home and get to bed tonight so that maybe Peter Pan will visit you at your windows" I explained.
A little girl shouted;
"He's gonna come visit me first!"
"No he's gonna visit me first and bring Tinkerbell!" another argued.
Oh no…What have I done? I've gotten toddlers to fight with each other…I better go pop some popcorn…Stop it Hannah! Grow up!
"Now now everyone, don't fight. You must believe in Peter Pan for him to visit you. And who knows, he's probably busy fighting Captain Hook in Neverland. It may take him a while to get some spare time. Thank you for being such good boys and girls. You can leave once your parent is here" I announced.
One by one each child left with their parent until I was the only one. I actually continued to read further into the book. I must say, it's definitely not bad. Quite creative if you ask me. I ended up making it to chapter seven before realizing the time. I should get going. I was supposed to be back for dinner. And on top of that I still need to return the book to Mrs. Robin. I stood up from the rocking chair and looked around me. I didn't particularly see her anywhere. I guess I'm gonna have to hunt her down. I walked down a few rows of bookcases until suddenly, there she was. She was putting away the last book on her cart when she looked over at me.
"Ah thank you dear! How did it go? You seem to have the charm when it comes to children" she said.
Me? Charming? Please…
"Oh really? It was actually quite enjoyable. It was more pleasurable to read than I expected" I informed her with a smile.
And for once, I actually wasn't lying…
She smiled;
"I'm so happy to hear that! Oh honey, you should probably start heading home! Your parents are probably worried sick!"
My warm smile began to fade until a small, fake smile was left. I outstretched my hand with the book toward her.
"You can't worry what you don't have…"
Mrs. Robin's smile faded as I still stood with the book. She didn't say anything as it looked like she was thinking to herself.
Oh great…I just made her feel bad…
"It's fine though, really. I should probably head back though" I told her.
Ugh, now I feel bad for making her feel bad…
Mrs. Robin looked down at the book for a moment. Seconds later she looked back to my face and looked me directly in the eyes. She rested the palm of her hand over mine which held a grip on the book.
"Why don't you take it home and read it? It's sure to give you quite an adventure…"
Hmm…interesting…I'm not a very trusting person, so obviously something's telling me that there's something weird going on here…
"Oh really? I thought you didn't check out books from the historical section?" I asked perplexed and confused.
She looked at me innocently and smiled;
"I'm glad to make an exception for you dear. Go on ahead. Run along home. Just bring it back whenever you're finished with it."
Whoa…she never just 'loans' out books. Especially if it's her property. That's quite strange…
"Really? Thank you so much. I'll bring it back as soon as I can. Don't worry I'll be very careful" I grinned.
Who knows…she's probably just a really sweet woman…I'm just being paranoid.
I began to walk toward the exit of the library.
"Oh and Hannah—" she spoke as I was halfway to the exit.
I turned around and looked at her.
She commented;
"Enjoy it."
I nodded my head with a small smile;
"I will."
I saw her grin as I turned back around and started toward the exit which was now only a few feet away from me. I held the book in my arms tightly to ensure I wouldn't do something stupid to damage it. Pushing against the exit door, I noticed in the reflection of the window that Mrs. Robin smiled the whole time until the library door shut behind me. I noted to myself that soon it would be dark outside. I walked down the steps in front of the library and hurried home. I had told Tommy I would be home for dinner and…well…we'll see what happens when I get there. Before I knew it the sun had already started to set and it was getting harder to see. I only had about a block or two until I'd reach my house. Lightly jogging, I was relived when I came upon my backyard. The lights in the house were all turned off which kind of confused me. If Tommy told me to be back for dinner, then where are they? I headed over to the french doors and bent down toward the patio. I carefully wiggled a few bricks until I found one that was loose. Pulling it from its place, I reached in and grabbed the hidden key. I don't recall them ever telling me that there was ever a key here. I'm pretty sure I just found it one day and figured it would be useful someday. Standing up, I unlocked the door and tossed the key back in the hole. As I put the brick back into place I opened the door to an unlit house.
"Hello?" I called.
The house remained silent.
"It's Hannah, I'm home!" I shouted.
Again, there was still no response. At this point things seemed strange. I had noticed that the tv was left on with no one watching it. Setting the book on the counter I strolled over to the tv and turned it off with the remote.
"Tommy? Uncle David? Is this some kind of joke?" I tried.
My voice echoed throughout the house. It wasn't even like there were any footsteps or squeaks in the house to notify me of someone's presence. I scanned the house once more and heard something beeping. Walking over to the kitchen I had found that there was something still in the microwave. It's almost as if the house was left untouched. Maybe Tommy and Uncle David went to pick up some take-out? But that wouldn't explain why the tv was left on and food was left in the microwave. Maybe there's a note somewhere? I walked through the whole kitchen and found nothing. I wouldn't be surprised if my uncle accidentally shredded the note he was gonna leave me with the transcripts. I didn't even think to check if the car was still here. Whatever, I shouldn't worry too much. They'll be back soon. For the most part I dismissed their absence and picked up the book from the counter. Not feeling like taking off my shoes I headed up the stairs to my room. While opening my door I looked across the hall and caught a glimpse of Tommy's baseball trophy case. He was accepted to University of Wisconsin for baseball, and I must say, I'm pretty proud of him. Even though my uncle constantly compares me to him, he was always there for me for the most part. Though sometimes it felt like he was hiding things from me. When I asked him about the boxes under my bed he wouldn't tell me. Boys don't make any sense…I proceeded into my room and shut the door behind me. The book in hand, I laid down on my bed and turned on my lamp. Picking up where I left off, I continued to read.
"That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these instructions. Peter, you see, just said anything that came into his head. At first his companions trusted him implicitly, and so great were the delights of flying that they wasted time circling round church spires or any other tall objects on the way that took their fancy."
It seemed that every sentence I read made me drowsier.
"John and Michael raced, Michael getting a start. They recalled with contempt that not so long ago they had thought themselves fine fellows for being able to fly round a room. Not long ago. But how long ago? They were flying over the sea before this thought began to disturb Wendy seriously. John thought it was their second sea and their third night."
It was hard to believe how tired I had become after reading only a few pages.
""There it is," said Peter calmly. "Where, where?"
"Where all the arrows are pointing."
Indeed a million golden arrows were pointing it out to the children, all directed by their friend the sun, who wanted them to be sure of their way before leaving them for the night."
Every few moments I would pinch myself to stay awake. It would work momentarily, but the feeling of drowsiness would soon return seconds later.
"Of course the Neverland had been make-believe in those days, but it was real now, and there were no night-lights, and it was getting darker every moment."
I felt my fingertips begin to feel slightly numb. I could only manage to keep my eyes half open, where now it almost seemed useless. I would tell myself to stay awake, but it felt like something was pulling me away. It was crazy in the fact that I thought I started to hear voices. Not only did I hear voices, I began to see things. Things like flashes of light.
"Second star to the right…"
"All children, except one…"
"Unwanted…unloved…"
"Come away…"
"to Neverland…"
My eyes shut and immediately I felt as though I was submerged in water. It was cold and dark, not a source of light in sight. I was choking as my lungs began to seize. My head was pounding as my body was screaming for oxygen. What's happening? This isn't possible…I must be dreaming! I tried to open my eyes but I could see nothing. I kicked and used my arms to try to swim upward as this nightmare began to feel more real. It terrified me, and I felt like I was going to drown. Every time I opened my mouth more water filled my lungs. The taste of salt water burned my throat. Beginning to feel light headed, I gave it my all and used every muscle in my body to kick me upward. Every kick counted and I knew this because I could feel the water pressure becoming less heavy. The sudden feeling of my fingertips touching the air above the surface of the water made my heart skip a beat. The cold air on my skin made me rejoice. As my head shot from the water I began to gasp for air. Taking long deep breaths I tried to calm myself down. My heart was beating impeccably fast. What is going on? Why does this feel so real? As I opened my eyes I was first met with darkness. But the more I looked around the more I began to see. I was in an ocean, judging from the salt water. High in the sky was a full moon. But what stuck out to me was the moon wasn't the only planet I saw. A small distance away from it I could've sworn was Jupiter, then Neptune, and perhaps other planets I didn't even know existed. Thoughts were racing like crazy through my mind. Looking down from the sky, I almost fainted. I squinted my eyes to try to focus in case if I was just seeing things. Before me was an island inhabited by forest.
This…is impossible…
It's just a fairytale…
I began to swim towards the land as my arms and legs burned. One stroke at a time I was getting close to shore. It was to the point where I was almost panting because of how tired I was. Every second that went by I became scared. At first I thought this was a dream…but now…I can't say I'm sane enough to answer that question. I rejoiced when I felt sand underneath my feet, meaning I could walk the rest of the way. My breaths became short as I climbed out of the water onto the beach. My body slammed into the sand like a stone and I laid there. I coughed up water onto the soil and groaned. The crashing waves hit my body continually, until I eventually scooted up so that I was farther away from the water.
Where the hell am I?
Someone please tell me how I got here?! Where is 'here'?!
Okay, no need to panic. I can figure this out on my own. I'm strong, independent, and…
What else am I?
I sighed as I thought to myself.
This is the end.
Finding the strength, I positioned my elbows and pushed myself off the sand to the point where I could stand. I was quite wobbly at first, but I was eventually able to stand. I turned and looked out over the ocean. The night sky was filled to the brim with stars and planets I couldn't have ever imagined. What took my breath away was when I scanned the ocean and in the distance I saw a ship.
Wait…a ship? Yes! Someone can rescue me from this hell!
However, my moment of happiness didn't last long. As I further examined the ship I couldn't overlook one small detail.
Why was there a white skull on a black flag hanging from the ship?
My blood immediately ran cold.
You're not telling me…
This can't be real…
I nearly jumped out of my skin when behind me I heard the voice of a boy;
"Oh my god…"
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A.N:
Hey guys! I'm glad to say I got another chapter finished. Wahoo! Anyway, so that just happened…But things are coming together ;) I know a lot of you are probably like "what the heck is going on right now" but don't worry I'll get to that later XD. In the meantime, what did you guys think? Do you think Hannah is dreaming, or do you think this is real life? Let me know your thoughts and predictions in the comments, they always make my day :) Don't forget to vote if you enjoyed the chapter and I'll see you in the next update!
-Agm3