Authors Note: Short chapter. I'm really sorry. I had a HUGE writers block and I was debating on what to write. Anyway, thanks again for the reviews. Hope you like it ^_^
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Chapter FiveI didn't know where I was going that night I left the Darling house. My eyes wouldn't dry for a single second, and they hurt afterwards from me itching them so much. My head was spinning out of control, and earlier I literally flew into a tree.
I ended up in a park, on the top of an old, rusty blue jungle gym. I lay on my back and gazed at the twinkling stars that were so high above me, yet seemed so close. I reached my hand to the sky, as if trying to grab a star and keep it as my own, so I would feel comfort in calling something mine. But I let my hand fall aimlessly on my chest, and sighed deeply at my foolishness.
The wind blew hard, and it was quite chilly. I wondered what season it was in London. My eyes had thankfully decided to stop crying and I sat up, looking around sharply. It was really dark, and I knew I should have been going back home, where I had people who cared about me, unlike here.
But something held me back from going home, and in the back of my blonde mind I felt that I needed a mini vacation, away from pirates and Hook, and a newbie that I would have to take care of. Maybe staying on earth would give me a chance to release some tension, or anger, that had built itself upon me the last couple days. Yes, it was definitely time for a holiday.
First, I decided to find somewhere to sleep since it was nighttime and I wanted to look normal while in the presence of humans during the day. So I simply lay down underneath the jungle gym that I was previously laying on top of, and made myself a tiny little bed of nothing more than a few sticks and branches.
Sleep was somewhat difficult to find, since all that was running through my small mind was Wendy. I just didn't understand why she would forget about me. In Neverland, it was made for you to forget, and I never forgot her. So why would she have forgotten me? Sure, maybe she didn't forget Peter Pan, but what about the person inside of me? The boy she fell in love with. Did she just let that all go?
Maybe that was what Robyn was talking about. Wendy had let me go, and therefore the pain was gone. She had let go of Peter Pan, her love, and replaced him with someone who could be there for her. She let go of Peter Pan so her heart would stop aching and yearning for her lost loves' touch, which was replaced by another boy…who could be there for her.
"But I wanted to be there," I said out loud as I hugged myself. "She didn't want to stay…I gave her that choice,"
Once again, tears started building in my eyes, and I let them graciously fall down my cheek. "It's not fair," I said. "It's just not fair,"
All was quiet for a while, until I heard footsteps. My eyes snapped open, and my hand gently slid to my knife. I heard boys', no, men's voices along with staggering footsteps. "Drunks," I said, somewhat scared, but built up my courage.
I peeked out from my resting place and saw four big guys trotting to the benches that were lined up around the playground, beer and cigarettes in hand. I growled at the despicable people, but didn't show myself. If I were lucky, maybe they would just go away.
"Look what we have here," one of them said and pointed at me squatting in the coverage of the metal. The men laughed as they walked towards me, and I yanked my knife from my side. I stepped out freely, and was surrounded by the guys.
"Well, well, if it isn't George of the jungle Junior," laughed one of the men. I rolled my eyes at him. Living in Neverland with regular human clothes was basically impossible. Besides, I just so happened to like my vine leaf type outfit.
"You don't belong here, boy," another said. I looked at him and grinned. "Don't you smile at me boy! I'll tear your eyes out!" the drunken man lunged at me, but my reflexes were fast and I flew straight up. All of the men stared in amazement, trying to decide whether they were hallucinating or not. I zipped by them and ran my knife across their pants, dropping each one to the ground. I laughed, but the men didn't think it as funny as I did. The one lunged at me and got a hold of my foot. I flew straight up in the air with him dangling on, thinking that he would eventually let go. But I was wrong. Another guy grabbed his foot, and the other after that. The weight was too heavy, and I got pulled down. I started to panic, and tried flying up, sweat dripping down my face.
I heard the men laugh as I was pulled down. My happy thoughts left, and I fell to the hard ground on my back. I cried in pain while the men laughed at me. One kicked my in the ribs, which made me roll over and hold my side, my face dug into the dirt. Another kick resulted afterwards, and another after that. I squinted my eyes in pain and found breathing a hard thing to do. One of them picked me up so I was standing, and then a fist pounded on my cheek. I fell again, pain forming on my right cheek. I collapsed on the ground, and thankfully the only thing I got after that was one of the men's spit on my back. They drunkenly walked away while I lay on the ground, coughing for air.
About ten minutes went by and I knew I had to go back home. I found standing up a hard thing to do, but when I eventually got it, I collapsed again. I slowly crawled under the shelter of the jungle gym, where I aimlessly passed out on my small bed. A nightmare invaded my head, and I would soon wish that I had never came back to the modern world, alone.