SEQ CHAPTER \h \r 1Chapter 4

Wendy had awoken the next morning; feeling extremely confused about the nights events. Exhaustedly, she glanced towards the window, finding the letters not on the window, but leaning against it.

Wendy carefully opened the window, and grabbed the letter. It was heavy, like something more than paper. The letter was uniquely folded, as such she'd never seen before. Carefully, she opened the paper a little, before something zoomed out. Wendy leapt away from the paper, and it fell to the ground with a great thud.

She searched for what had zoomed out of the letter, and found a shadow. But, the more she looked, the more it didn't look like hers. Wendy looked away for a moment, to find her own shadow behind her. Confused, she looked back at the other shadow, which stood there proudly, hands on his hips.

Wendy looked down and picked up the paper and the object that had come with it. The object had partially cut thru the floor. She pulled it out to find a dagger.

"May I borrow your knife?"

Swiftly, she looked back at the shadow. Noticeably enough, it had a dagger missing. Turning around, she looked for the shadow and cover, but there was none in that obvious a place.

Wendy held the paper with both hands, wishing it held all the answers.

Do you really have everything you want?

You can't ever give something you ain't got

You can't run away from yourself

What did she want? She wanted to find out what happened to her when she went away. Now she, more than she ever felt, felt like she needed something more than she had.

It sang the song again, and Wendy tried to process each line. Give something she doesn't have?

"Love. What you feel for something or someone."

"I've never heard of it."

"I think you've felt it yourself."

"Never. The very sound of it offends me."

Maybe it wasn't her who didn't have something, but maybe it was him… but that third sounded like… was she hiding something from herself? Maybe inside herself, she did know, but she didn't want to find out. Was it so horrible?

Not bothering to get changed or even put the letter away, she ran into Michael, Nibs, and the Twin's room. All were still asleep, but Wendy ran to Michael anyways.

Leaping onto the bed, she asked worriedly, "Michael! Wake up. The beds creaked and the curtains jostled.

Michael yawned, "Wendy? What's going on?"

Wendy shook him, "Michael? What do you remember about the stories I used to tell? About Peter Pan and, and Cinderella?"

Nibs came over sleepily, "Wasn't he the one with the fairy?"

The twins were now by Michael's bed also, "Didn't he fight that guy Hook?"

Michael nodded, "Yeah! Wendy, don't you remember? Don't tell me you're going to start on him again! You used to talk endlessly about him!"

Wendy dug deeper into her mind, deeper than she ever had. There, hidden, were her memories. She tried to receive then, but there seemed to be wall with a hole in it between her and those memories. The hole must be something that had to happen open the wall but she didn't have it. Only bits and pieces seemed to seep out.

"No Michael. I don't. I have forgotten a part of my past. Do you remember what happened when we left home for a long time?" She asked sadly.

"Huh? Where did we go?" Nibs asked.

"Not we! We weren't all Darlings at that time. You came home with us, though." Wendy said.

"Then where are we from?" The Twins asked at once.

"I don't know," She admitted.

After more discussion, all they found was that something was missing, something very important.

"To die, will be an awfully big adventure."

Sorry, kind-of short. Only 1 chapter left, hooray! It may seem a quite obvious, but Wendy just can't put 2 and 2 together. What goes in the hole?          ~Miaa