~ Chapter One ~
" Wendy!" John yelled from the other from his bed, " Why don't you just give up in hoping that Peter will come back."
Wendy Darling ignored his brother and turned her face to the wide open window, her hair moving swiftly in the warm summer breeze of London. Her eyes never a moment leaving the starlit sky. He must be coming back, she thought as her heart twisted, he promised me. Wendy held up the kiss that Peter gave her as a returned kiss. She never ever had taken it off. It was more than just a simple returning kiss, it felt more.
Wendy stood up and walked to where the boys are playing , Michael and the other lost boys where pretending to be hook's men when John is pretending to be Peter Pan.
" Wendy", She looked down at a boy tucking at her new dress, " Did Peter forget about us?"
At the mention of forgetting, Wending swallowed the lump in her throat, the pain in her chest grew stronger. What if he really did forget? Even now, his image in her mind is trailing off, blurred and unfocused. His voice was fading away in her memory and she had to think hard just to make out what he used to say to her. She missed the mischievous grin in his eyes, his strong yet boyish voice, most of all, she hungered for his kiss. Her eyes filled up as she reached the thought of that. Peter wouldn't have given her kiss away, had he? The kiss that he gave him to save his life?
" Wendy dear! Time to go to bed!" A lovely voice of a woman called from outside the locked nursery door. They heard a click as the door flung open, there stood Mrs. Darling with a chain of keys. " I told you not to lock the door, didn't you hear me?" She fumbled to get the keys organized.
" Oh mother, we are sorry." The boys apologized in unison. " I'm sorry mother," Wendy picked up one of the fake wood made sword that Nibs was still fooling around with, " I'll hurry up and tuck them in." " Oh, that's alright dear, I'll tuck them in tonight." Mrs. Darling picked up her dress and walked carefully, making sure she wasn't stepping on any toys. " You should go put your sleeping gown on dear, I know you're trying to breathe through that corset of yours." Her mother smiled slightly.
Wendy looked down at her dress, true, she is fighting to breathe with the corset on. They were killing her. But every woman has to wear it. Now that she is sixteen, she is expected to wear them every single day.
Wendy sighed and smiled warmly at the boys, who smiled back at her cheerfully. I should tell mother that I have to stay here for a while, she thought, maybe Peter, just maybe, would come budging in like he always does. But then again, Wendy thought to herself, he hasn't come back like he promised that he would four years ago. What are the chances that he would come flying through the window? Her heartache grew worse, her eyes burnt and soon was filled up again. She turned form her mother and the boys to quickly wipe it away. She turned around and noticed all eyes focused on her. This made her feel uneasy.
"Are you alright dear?" Mrs. Darling reached and placed a hand on Wendy's shoulder, making her feel even uneasier. " I'm quite fine mother." Wendy lied, smiling warmly, "I'll go to my room now." Wendy walked fast out of the room, feeling that the tension had left. She could breathe again, but with this corset on, It still feels weird.
Wendy stopped in front of her bedroom door. Just two months ago, Mrs. And Mr. Darling had insisted her to get her own bedroom. The first couple of nights she slept alone in her new and mess free room felt lonely and she missed the sound of laughter that came from the boys. She missed the good old times when she would dress up as Cinderella with a wooden sword and pretending to be fighting pirates. She missed the boys admiring faces as she defeated all the pirates and lives happily ever after with her prince.
But all had to change. Wendy grew up, and she'll never be the same again.
Wendy sighed and placed her hand on the door knob. She closed her eyes and turned slightly. The door opened with a click and she was now standing infront of a totally clean and tidy room. Wendy simply stared blankly. What's so good about being so tidy? She thought to herself. There is no difference, without Peter.
The knot in her heart, again, tightened. She flung herself on her bed and placed her face entirely into the fresh cleaned sheets. Afraid to let anyone see her cry.
She quietly untied her corset and slipped into her sleeping gown. She sat in front of her mirror and brushed her hair slowly, never letting her mind off Peter, And the good times they had in Neverland.
" Peter," She mumbled to herself, "Why haven't you come back? Have you forgotten us?"
Tears poured down her cheeks instantly, she could not stop them but cried harder and harder. Her cheeks was soon stained with dried tear marks, her eyes swelled red. Her reflection was staring at her blankly, like her soul was sucked out of her body. She could see nothing but feel the pain in her heart, it ached and ached and never seemed to be able to stop.
Finally she pulled herself together and decided to rest herself on her bed. Wendy stared sadly out the large window infront of her, the stars stared back at her, blinking cheerfully like they have never experienced pain all their life. They reminded her of Peter's eyes, always searching for new adventures, always staring at her with curiosity, Always showing the hate when people mentioned Hook's name. Wendy missed everything, even Hook!
Why can't I just forget about all this nonsense? Wendy thought. " I'm a grown up now, I'm a woman. Soon to be engaged." Her voice trailed off, her lips trembled but she thought to herself, I can't cry, marriage is a beautiful thing. But she still found herself wiping off the tears that were coming down uncontrollably.
She forced herself not to think anymore and get some good sleep. Her eyes were swelled up and she didn't want to look ugly for the party that will take place the next day. Thinking of the party, she quickly tucked herself under her sheets and closed her eyes. Her mind now totally blank.
Wendy woke up startled in the middle of the night by a banging sound on her window. She walked cautiously to the window, picking up a large book on the way. Her heart pounded as she slowly pulled the curtain to the side.
A figure of a young man stood infront of the window, hovering in the air. Wendy couldn't make out who was standing there for the man was standing in the darkness. She dropped the book in horror, she wanted to scream but nothing came out. She just found herself staring at the boy who was also curiously staring back at her.
Then with a sudden movement, the man hovered under the moonlight. His face was lit up and there showed a familiar mischievous grin on his face. His messy blond hair curled up above his handsome face. His body was tanned and built and was covered with a lot of scars. Leaves were wrapped around his waist. His mouth curled up into a warm smile as he stared into Wendy's eyes.
Wendy stared at this familiar figure, not moving an inch. The boy floated closer to the window and placed his hands onto it, mouthing the word " Wendy".
"Peter.Pan." Wendy walked up to the window and placed her hands where Peter placed his. "Peter. you came back."
" Wendy!" John yelled from the other from his bed, " Why don't you just give up in hoping that Peter will come back."
Wendy Darling ignored his brother and turned her face to the wide open window, her hair moving swiftly in the warm summer breeze of London. Her eyes never a moment leaving the starlit sky. He must be coming back, she thought as her heart twisted, he promised me. Wendy held up the kiss that Peter gave her as a returned kiss. She never ever had taken it off. It was more than just a simple returning kiss, it felt more.
Wendy stood up and walked to where the boys are playing , Michael and the other lost boys where pretending to be hook's men when John is pretending to be Peter Pan.
" Wendy", She looked down at a boy tucking at her new dress, " Did Peter forget about us?"
At the mention of forgetting, Wending swallowed the lump in her throat, the pain in her chest grew stronger. What if he really did forget? Even now, his image in her mind is trailing off, blurred and unfocused. His voice was fading away in her memory and she had to think hard just to make out what he used to say to her. She missed the mischievous grin in his eyes, his strong yet boyish voice, most of all, she hungered for his kiss. Her eyes filled up as she reached the thought of that. Peter wouldn't have given her kiss away, had he? The kiss that he gave him to save his life?
" Wendy dear! Time to go to bed!" A lovely voice of a woman called from outside the locked nursery door. They heard a click as the door flung open, there stood Mrs. Darling with a chain of keys. " I told you not to lock the door, didn't you hear me?" She fumbled to get the keys organized.
" Oh mother, we are sorry." The boys apologized in unison. " I'm sorry mother," Wendy picked up one of the fake wood made sword that Nibs was still fooling around with, " I'll hurry up and tuck them in." " Oh, that's alright dear, I'll tuck them in tonight." Mrs. Darling picked up her dress and walked carefully, making sure she wasn't stepping on any toys. " You should go put your sleeping gown on dear, I know you're trying to breathe through that corset of yours." Her mother smiled slightly.
Wendy looked down at her dress, true, she is fighting to breathe with the corset on. They were killing her. But every woman has to wear it. Now that she is sixteen, she is expected to wear them every single day.
Wendy sighed and smiled warmly at the boys, who smiled back at her cheerfully. I should tell mother that I have to stay here for a while, she thought, maybe Peter, just maybe, would come budging in like he always does. But then again, Wendy thought to herself, he hasn't come back like he promised that he would four years ago. What are the chances that he would come flying through the window? Her heartache grew worse, her eyes burnt and soon was filled up again. She turned form her mother and the boys to quickly wipe it away. She turned around and noticed all eyes focused on her. This made her feel uneasy.
"Are you alright dear?" Mrs. Darling reached and placed a hand on Wendy's shoulder, making her feel even uneasier. " I'm quite fine mother." Wendy lied, smiling warmly, "I'll go to my room now." Wendy walked fast out of the room, feeling that the tension had left. She could breathe again, but with this corset on, It still feels weird.
Wendy stopped in front of her bedroom door. Just two months ago, Mrs. And Mr. Darling had insisted her to get her own bedroom. The first couple of nights she slept alone in her new and mess free room felt lonely and she missed the sound of laughter that came from the boys. She missed the good old times when she would dress up as Cinderella with a wooden sword and pretending to be fighting pirates. She missed the boys admiring faces as she defeated all the pirates and lives happily ever after with her prince.
But all had to change. Wendy grew up, and she'll never be the same again.
Wendy sighed and placed her hand on the door knob. She closed her eyes and turned slightly. The door opened with a click and she was now standing infront of a totally clean and tidy room. Wendy simply stared blankly. What's so good about being so tidy? She thought to herself. There is no difference, without Peter.
The knot in her heart, again, tightened. She flung herself on her bed and placed her face entirely into the fresh cleaned sheets. Afraid to let anyone see her cry.
She quietly untied her corset and slipped into her sleeping gown. She sat in front of her mirror and brushed her hair slowly, never letting her mind off Peter, And the good times they had in Neverland.
" Peter," She mumbled to herself, "Why haven't you come back? Have you forgotten us?"
Tears poured down her cheeks instantly, she could not stop them but cried harder and harder. Her cheeks was soon stained with dried tear marks, her eyes swelled red. Her reflection was staring at her blankly, like her soul was sucked out of her body. She could see nothing but feel the pain in her heart, it ached and ached and never seemed to be able to stop.
Finally she pulled herself together and decided to rest herself on her bed. Wendy stared sadly out the large window infront of her, the stars stared back at her, blinking cheerfully like they have never experienced pain all their life. They reminded her of Peter's eyes, always searching for new adventures, always staring at her with curiosity, Always showing the hate when people mentioned Hook's name. Wendy missed everything, even Hook!
Why can't I just forget about all this nonsense? Wendy thought. " I'm a grown up now, I'm a woman. Soon to be engaged." Her voice trailed off, her lips trembled but she thought to herself, I can't cry, marriage is a beautiful thing. But she still found herself wiping off the tears that were coming down uncontrollably.
She forced herself not to think anymore and get some good sleep. Her eyes were swelled up and she didn't want to look ugly for the party that will take place the next day. Thinking of the party, she quickly tucked herself under her sheets and closed her eyes. Her mind now totally blank.
Wendy woke up startled in the middle of the night by a banging sound on her window. She walked cautiously to the window, picking up a large book on the way. Her heart pounded as she slowly pulled the curtain to the side.
A figure of a young man stood infront of the window, hovering in the air. Wendy couldn't make out who was standing there for the man was standing in the darkness. She dropped the book in horror, she wanted to scream but nothing came out. She just found herself staring at the boy who was also curiously staring back at her.
Then with a sudden movement, the man hovered under the moonlight. His face was lit up and there showed a familiar mischievous grin on his face. His messy blond hair curled up above his handsome face. His body was tanned and built and was covered with a lot of scars. Leaves were wrapped around his waist. His mouth curled up into a warm smile as he stared into Wendy's eyes.
Wendy stared at this familiar figure, not moving an inch. The boy floated closer to the window and placed his hands onto it, mouthing the word " Wendy".
"Peter.Pan." Wendy walked up to the window and placed her hands where Peter placed his. "Peter. you came back."