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Notes from the Authoress: Hey everyone, Ellie here! Terribly, terribly sorry I took so long with chapter 19. I got I think about five reviews for chapter 18, so I wasn't exactly as motivated as I had been before. Nevertheless, I worked very, very hard on this chapter and I really hope you enjoy it, it's all starting wrap up now, the end is in sight! I'd like to dedicate the chapter to Hannah and Su. Can't wait to go to school with you guys on Monday!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Wendy wasn't one to have horrid, horrid nightmares. True, ever since Peter had left her sleep had been taunted with the mysterious and the strange, but never anything so blatantly evil as what she dreamed the night before she was to be married. One would wish that such evil never came upon a sweet girl of Wendy's stature, but alas, come it did.
Now; the dream.
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Wendy's eyes opened, it had certainly been a restful night. Funny it should be that way, she was getting married today. For some reason, though, she wasn't filled with the same dreary dread that filled her every other morning; instead she felt elated, as though she could fly once again! She now knew the joys of waking up on the day of your wedding, the wonderful, warm feeling inside that reminded her of the one she loved.
Because she did love Edward. How could she deny that? Such a handsome, debonair young man had chosen her to be his soul mate when he could have chosen from hundreds of girls prettier and wealthier than she. How lovely for the pauper to marry the prince! Peter did not even cross her mind....she no longer understood what he was. He was probably a dream, a shadow of a doubt before her marriage; for one always gets rather cold feet....it's a lifelong vow!
She climbed out of bed and her elated spirit practically floated her across her room to where her wedding dress lay, looking more beautiful than ever. It would truly give her beloved a shock.
As often happens in dreams, Wendy was suddenly wearing the dress and veil, no questions asked. She took a quick glance at herself in the mirror and gazed lovingly and admiringly at her reflection, and then with a hop-skip she danced into the hallway, past the nursery and down the stairs, where her brothers, the lost boys and her parents awaited. They all looked lovely, smelled lovely and looked so truly proud to see their daughter so happy.
Everyone's mouth was moving, but no words could be heard. This confused Wendy, did she have an ear infection? As the sound disappeared, so did the illusion before her face. The lovely air of a confectionary slowly melted away, as did the pale skin of her family, and their sugar coated smiles. Curiously, they looked like the villains in many of the dead pirate stories she had read, skinless; with only shreds of clothing left on their sallow bodies. They smiled toothless grins, and hollow eyes burned into her face. She screamed.
Again, no sound. The family advanced toward her, forming a circle. Wendy's silent screams fell upon deaf ears, and everything went black.
All of the sudden Wendy was standing outside the church, her elated feeling and the noise of the world had returned; for inside waited Edward! With a large taffy grin upon her face, she began to take dainty little steps up the church stairs when she heard her name.
"Wendy!"
She looked around and saw nothing.
"Wendy!"
Still nothing.
"Show me yourself, if you please! I have a wedding to attend to!"
There was a tap on her shoulder, and she whirled around to find herself staring into the endlessly deep blue eyes of Peter. They were so warm, so confused. Wendy failed to see that. He was wearing normal street clothing, and save for his unnatural good looks he looked every bit as much a street urchin.
"Uh...can I help you? If you're selling flowers or the like I won't have it....and how do you know my name?"
Peter looked terrified, and took her hand in his, quivering. "Wendy, don't tell me you don't know who I am. You can't have forgotten, I just told you I loved you a few days ago! You have no idea what I've had to go through so that I could come back and save you from that rat, Edward."
Wendy tore her hand from his, looking offended and scared. "I don't even know you, how on EARTH could you have told me you're in love with me? I'm sure there's another Wendy around London, because you have the wrong one....and by the way, Edward is not a rat. I happen to be marrying him because I love him. If it's money you want, here," she scoffed, taking a few bills from her clutch.
Peter's face fell, and tears came to his eyes. "So this is how it's going to be...." he said quietly, and turned to walk away. Wendy was perfectly satisfied with her decision to rid herself of the beggar; she still felt that maybe she would have gained something by letting him stay. No time to ponder, though, it was time to get married.
Suddenly she fast-forwarded to seven years in the future.
"Jane! Come here! Come here! You're father's in one of those 'moods', it's best if you just stay away from him tonight. Don't want to make Daddy mad, eh?"
She picked up Jane and placed her on her lap. She was such a beautiful creature, not reminiscent of Wendy at all. She had blonde curls like Wendy had never seen, and her eyes were a shade of unidentifiable violet-gray. Her skin had a sunny complexion, and her smile was as big as her face.
"But mu-mu, Daddy promised me yesterday we could go out for ice cream! Ms. Leah told us it was a bad thing to break promises." Without as much as a fare-you-well, Jane hopped off her mother's lap and ran to the study where her father was.
Now, by moods Wendy had meant that Edward had once again returned to the house in a drunken stupor, and was known to hit anything he saw.
This was no different.
"WENDY! I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS CHILD NEAR ME!"
Edward came crashing into the living room, a bottle of gin in his left hand. He was beet red, and panting slightly.
The beating that ensued was one that Wendy had never experience before, both emotionally and physically scarring.
"Stop! Please! I...."
A hand covered her mouth, and she went utterly silent.
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Wendy awoke crying, her mother standing beside her. "Darling, what's the matter?" she cried, throwing herself upon Wendy in a protective hug, "Whatever has upset you so?"
Wendy wiped the tears from her eyes, and gave her mother a small smile. "Nothing, mother. Just a bad dream. I can't even really remember anyways."
Mrs. Darling never was one to catch on. "Very well, then. We leave for the church in an hour! We are going to make you the most beautiful bride England has ever seen. Come, now. Go put your dress on and I'll deal with your hair and makeup, because you look a frightful mess right now."
Wendy dragged herself from her bed over to the faerie dress, and disappeared into the bathroom with it. While she was changing, she thought about her dream. She had never had such an upsetting or realistic dream, and she resolved to kill herself the day after the wedding if Peter didn't show up to save her. It was the only way to stop her dream from coming true, because knowing Edward he would become a raging alcoholic, and she would become the frightened, excuse-giving wife and mother was not exactly a charming future. It was quite sad that these days should be hers.
"Alright, mother, I'm done." Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, looking like a fallen angel. As she had already come to find, she looked spectacular in her dress, but her sickly complexion made her look like a faerie that no one believed in anymore. Her mother clucked her tongue. "Oh dear," she sighed, "Well, it's nothing a bit of makeup and my lovely hair styling won't fix."
Mrs. Darling proceeded to give Wendy the full treatment, and Wendy had expected to look just marvelous when she was finished with, but when she looked into the mirror she almost cried. While to everyone else she would look beautiful, to herself (and probably Peter as well, if he could have seen her) she looked like an empty body with paint on her face. The lipstick looked caked, as did the powder that her mother had used to hide her sickly pallor.
The mascara and eyeliner didn't look even; instead it looked smudgy and lopsided. That might have just been because everything was practically swimming before her eyes, she couldn't really make out anything clearly. Her hair was in a simple up do decorated with diamonds that her mother owned. She swallowed a lump in her throat and turned to face her mother. "Thank, you mother. It's beautiful," she lied forcefully. Mrs. Darling smiled delightedly.
"Well, let's go downstairs, shall we? It's time for you to get married."
Wendy nodded silently, and followed her mother out of her room and down into the foyer, where all of her family waited. It was reminiscent of her dream, because although everyone was talking excitedly Wendy could hear nothing, and it all happened so fast that she never even noticed herself hugging her family, climbing into the carriage or speeding down the road until....
Until she looked out of the carriage window and her dreamlike trance halted completely.
She was in front of the church, the ominous building that contained her future.
How had it happened so fast? She hadn't even given herself time to collect her thoughts.
She turned her face away from her family and let a single tear slip down her cheek.
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Afterthoughts: Well, I hope you liked that! The dream sequence is a tad heartbreaking, I didn't like Wendy reacting to Peter like that. Hmmm...another Peter-less chapter. But he'll be back, I promise! The end is in sight! The beautiful unity of Neverland kiddies is in store! Hahahaha, yes, I know that I'm crazy. Just take it in stride and bear with me.
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey everyone, Ellie here! Terribly, terribly sorry I took so long with chapter 19. I got I think about five reviews for chapter 18, so I wasn't exactly as motivated as I had been before. Nevertheless, I worked very, very hard on this chapter and I really hope you enjoy it, it's all starting wrap up now, the end is in sight! I'd like to dedicate the chapter to Hannah and Su. Can't wait to go to school with you guys on Monday!
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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Wendy wasn't one to have horrid, horrid nightmares. True, ever since Peter had left her sleep had been taunted with the mysterious and the strange, but never anything so blatantly evil as what she dreamed the night before she was to be married. One would wish that such evil never came upon a sweet girl of Wendy's stature, but alas, come it did.
Now; the dream.
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Wendy's eyes opened, it had certainly been a restful night. Funny it should be that way, she was getting married today. For some reason, though, she wasn't filled with the same dreary dread that filled her every other morning; instead she felt elated, as though she could fly once again! She now knew the joys of waking up on the day of your wedding, the wonderful, warm feeling inside that reminded her of the one she loved.
Because she did love Edward. How could she deny that? Such a handsome, debonair young man had chosen her to be his soul mate when he could have chosen from hundreds of girls prettier and wealthier than she. How lovely for the pauper to marry the prince! Peter did not even cross her mind....she no longer understood what he was. He was probably a dream, a shadow of a doubt before her marriage; for one always gets rather cold feet....it's a lifelong vow!
She climbed out of bed and her elated spirit practically floated her across her room to where her wedding dress lay, looking more beautiful than ever. It would truly give her beloved a shock.
As often happens in dreams, Wendy was suddenly wearing the dress and veil, no questions asked. She took a quick glance at herself in the mirror and gazed lovingly and admiringly at her reflection, and then with a hop-skip she danced into the hallway, past the nursery and down the stairs, where her brothers, the lost boys and her parents awaited. They all looked lovely, smelled lovely and looked so truly proud to see their daughter so happy.
Everyone's mouth was moving, but no words could be heard. This confused Wendy, did she have an ear infection? As the sound disappeared, so did the illusion before her face. The lovely air of a confectionary slowly melted away, as did the pale skin of her family, and their sugar coated smiles. Curiously, they looked like the villains in many of the dead pirate stories she had read, skinless; with only shreds of clothing left on their sallow bodies. They smiled toothless grins, and hollow eyes burned into her face. She screamed.
Again, no sound. The family advanced toward her, forming a circle. Wendy's silent screams fell upon deaf ears, and everything went black.
All of the sudden Wendy was standing outside the church, her elated feeling and the noise of the world had returned; for inside waited Edward! With a large taffy grin upon her face, she began to take dainty little steps up the church stairs when she heard her name.
"Wendy!"
She looked around and saw nothing.
"Wendy!"
Still nothing.
"Show me yourself, if you please! I have a wedding to attend to!"
There was a tap on her shoulder, and she whirled around to find herself staring into the endlessly deep blue eyes of Peter. They were so warm, so confused. Wendy failed to see that. He was wearing normal street clothing, and save for his unnatural good looks he looked every bit as much a street urchin.
"Uh...can I help you? If you're selling flowers or the like I won't have it....and how do you know my name?"
Peter looked terrified, and took her hand in his, quivering. "Wendy, don't tell me you don't know who I am. You can't have forgotten, I just told you I loved you a few days ago! You have no idea what I've had to go through so that I could come back and save you from that rat, Edward."
Wendy tore her hand from his, looking offended and scared. "I don't even know you, how on EARTH could you have told me you're in love with me? I'm sure there's another Wendy around London, because you have the wrong one....and by the way, Edward is not a rat. I happen to be marrying him because I love him. If it's money you want, here," she scoffed, taking a few bills from her clutch.
Peter's face fell, and tears came to his eyes. "So this is how it's going to be...." he said quietly, and turned to walk away. Wendy was perfectly satisfied with her decision to rid herself of the beggar; she still felt that maybe she would have gained something by letting him stay. No time to ponder, though, it was time to get married.
Suddenly she fast-forwarded to seven years in the future.
"Jane! Come here! Come here! You're father's in one of those 'moods', it's best if you just stay away from him tonight. Don't want to make Daddy mad, eh?"
She picked up Jane and placed her on her lap. She was such a beautiful creature, not reminiscent of Wendy at all. She had blonde curls like Wendy had never seen, and her eyes were a shade of unidentifiable violet-gray. Her skin had a sunny complexion, and her smile was as big as her face.
"But mu-mu, Daddy promised me yesterday we could go out for ice cream! Ms. Leah told us it was a bad thing to break promises." Without as much as a fare-you-well, Jane hopped off her mother's lap and ran to the study where her father was.
Now, by moods Wendy had meant that Edward had once again returned to the house in a drunken stupor, and was known to hit anything he saw.
This was no different.
"WENDY! I DON'T WANT TO SEE THIS CHILD NEAR ME!"
Edward came crashing into the living room, a bottle of gin in his left hand. He was beet red, and panting slightly.
The beating that ensued was one that Wendy had never experience before, both emotionally and physically scarring.
"Stop! Please! I...."
A hand covered her mouth, and she went utterly silent.
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Wendy awoke crying, her mother standing beside her. "Darling, what's the matter?" she cried, throwing herself upon Wendy in a protective hug, "Whatever has upset you so?"
Wendy wiped the tears from her eyes, and gave her mother a small smile. "Nothing, mother. Just a bad dream. I can't even really remember anyways."
Mrs. Darling never was one to catch on. "Very well, then. We leave for the church in an hour! We are going to make you the most beautiful bride England has ever seen. Come, now. Go put your dress on and I'll deal with your hair and makeup, because you look a frightful mess right now."
Wendy dragged herself from her bed over to the faerie dress, and disappeared into the bathroom with it. While she was changing, she thought about her dream. She had never had such an upsetting or realistic dream, and she resolved to kill herself the day after the wedding if Peter didn't show up to save her. It was the only way to stop her dream from coming true, because knowing Edward he would become a raging alcoholic, and she would become the frightened, excuse-giving wife and mother was not exactly a charming future. It was quite sad that these days should be hers.
"Alright, mother, I'm done." Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, looking like a fallen angel. As she had already come to find, she looked spectacular in her dress, but her sickly complexion made her look like a faerie that no one believed in anymore. Her mother clucked her tongue. "Oh dear," she sighed, "Well, it's nothing a bit of makeup and my lovely hair styling won't fix."
Mrs. Darling proceeded to give Wendy the full treatment, and Wendy had expected to look just marvelous when she was finished with, but when she looked into the mirror she almost cried. While to everyone else she would look beautiful, to herself (and probably Peter as well, if he could have seen her) she looked like an empty body with paint on her face. The lipstick looked caked, as did the powder that her mother had used to hide her sickly pallor.
The mascara and eyeliner didn't look even; instead it looked smudgy and lopsided. That might have just been because everything was practically swimming before her eyes, she couldn't really make out anything clearly. Her hair was in a simple up do decorated with diamonds that her mother owned. She swallowed a lump in her throat and turned to face her mother. "Thank, you mother. It's beautiful," she lied forcefully. Mrs. Darling smiled delightedly.
"Well, let's go downstairs, shall we? It's time for you to get married."
Wendy nodded silently, and followed her mother out of her room and down into the foyer, where all of her family waited. It was reminiscent of her dream, because although everyone was talking excitedly Wendy could hear nothing, and it all happened so fast that she never even noticed herself hugging her family, climbing into the carriage or speeding down the road until....
Until she looked out of the carriage window and her dreamlike trance halted completely.
She was in front of the church, the ominous building that contained her future.
How had it happened so fast? She hadn't even given herself time to collect her thoughts.
She turned her face away from her family and let a single tear slip down her cheek.
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Afterthoughts: Well, I hope you liked that! The dream sequence is a tad heartbreaking, I didn't like Wendy reacting to Peter like that. Hmmm...another Peter-less chapter. But he'll be back, I promise! The end is in sight! The beautiful unity of Neverland kiddies is in store! Hahahaha, yes, I know that I'm crazy. Just take it in stride and bear with me.
I LOVE YOU ALL
~Ellie~
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