CHAPTER 21: DREAMS DO MEAN SOMETHING
A pirate ship sailed at the harbor with nothing but a blowing flag and sails for company. On board the ship, there sang the deadly song of the pirates. Wendy swooped into a room, finding a man with dark curls playing the gloomy song on the harpsichord. He motioned to her to sit beside him. Wendy sat near him comfortably, laying her head on his shoulder. The man turned to her, revealing his iron hook. He stroked Wendy's hair, as any father would do, whispering her name in her ear.
Wendy jumped up, horrified from her dream. She wiped the sweat off of her glistening face, panting. Where was she? She could hear the Lost Boys lightly snoring, and could also hear Peter in his room, mumbling in his sleep. Who could she run to? Peter was her only option. He would understand, not like the Lost Boys.
"Peter." Wendy whispered, running into his room and jumping down on him. "Peter, wake up."
Peter arose from his bed, surprised at finding Wendy with him. "Yes?"
"I had the most awful dream, Peter." Peter was sitting up in bed, so Wendy put herself into Peter's arms, her cheek touching his chest.
"What was it of?" Peter asked calmly.
"A pirate captain with a hook for a hand. He acted like my father, sitting by me on the piano bench." Wendy whispered.
Peter tightened his grip around Wendy, so as to protect her from her fears. "That shows something." Peter whispered back at her. Wendy looked up at him with an inquisitive look. "You miss some people, Wendy. We all know whom these people are."
Wendy let go of Peter and looked up at him, confused. "What are you talking about?" Wendy asked, shaking. "I-I don't miss anyone."
"I'm afraid you do." Peter said, still calmly looking at her with solemn eyes.
"No Peter, I don't." Wendy started to cry. She put her hand to her face. "I don't Peter, I don't!" She sank into Peter once more, crying like a child who lost her doll. "Oh I do! I miss them tremendously!" Her breaths were uneven and wavy as she clutched Peter's strap.
Peter's eyes became quite shiny, and a tear went down his face. He dared not look at her, still holding her close. Wendy wasn't looking at him either. "I can't let you go, Wendy." Wendy wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Peter, backing away from the bed in shock. "I'm sorry." Peter's voice was shaky.
Wendy sat down on a chair, gazing at the floor yet seeming to gaze into space. "You won't let me...go?" Wendy asked, frightened. She wanted to leave in her secret mind, thinking that Peter would let her leave.
Peter shook his head slowly. She could hear him crying, and see the cry in his face and mouth, seeing it twitch every once in a while. "No." Peter gulped. "I cannot let you leave me."
Wendy walked over to Peter and put a hand on his shoulder, sending them both chills of fright and worry. "I will never leave you in spirit." Wendy whispered. "But after this dream I had, I simply must leave." Wendy's body trembled. "I must."
Peter jumped out of his bed and walked near Wendy. He looked down at her with a cold look on his face. "You will not leave, Wendy." He expressed like a demand, almost a yell. "You promised me." Wendy looked up at him with bravery in her heart and shook her head. They both heard thunder outdoors, and rain started to pour to the ground. Peter cried out in anger, grabbing a clay vase and throwing it to the wall, making it shatter into a million pieces. Wendy jumped and gasped, forcing her hand to her mouth. Peter fell down to the floor, his eyes tightly closed with sadness, as he cried tears. He tried not to cry infront of Wendy, yet couldn't help it. The thought and the moment were far too oppressive. Wendy ran to him and started to sing a soothing song:
Dark is the hour when you shall cry,
The world shall cry with you too.
When you feel alone, unsure and afraid,
I shall be right beside you too.
Holding your face, calling your name, smiling at your fears and your thoughts.
Stay by your side, at ease with fright, thinking of ways to inspire you.
Peter looked up at her, calming down as Wendy sang grander and louder during the chorus:
Wishing I could hear your voice again, remind me of the sun and sky.
Too many times, have taken you from my mind, give me the strength to try.
Wishing I could dry your tears at night, keeping you right by my side.
Too many thoughts, giving me knots, help me just try to get by.
No more memories of when we met still more memories of faith and affection for... me to keep you by.
Wendy finished, closing her eyes as she stopped singing. When she opened them back up, Wendy felt a warm breath surrounding her face. She noticed Peter's lips making her eager for a kiss. Peter still shook his head sadly, crying horribly.
"Wendy, I CAN'T LET YOU GO! I CANNOT!" Wendy stroked her hands on Peter's shoulders, gazing at his lips with interest. Giving Peter another thimble, Wendy started to cry as well.
"As you wish Peter." She trembled. Peter kissed her again, exploring her mouth with desire in his lips. He wanted Wendy to give in, still kissing her and caressing her. Wendy was as stiff as a board. Peter tried once more, hearing a sigh from Wendy, feeling her body go limp. She arched her back as he towered over her, kissing her some more. Soon, Wendy's mouth had an urge to explore Peter's innocent mouth. They were both kissing each other, gasping for breath.
Peter felt quite brave at the moment. Suddenly Wendy could feel Peter's tongue on her lips, waiting passage. With out a choice, Wendy opened her mouth, letting the tongue inside her mouth. The two let go of the other, gasping for breath. Wendy's back was still arched, Peter's arm holding her up. Her eyes snapped to Peter with a bold look. Standing herself up, she noticed Peter's eyes ask a question to her. Wendy knew what the question was, and nodded.
"Yes Peter." Wendy whispered, still breathing heavily. "Please." Peter retained Wendy as he started kissing down her face. Wendy shivered with delight, feeling the kisses go down her neck, and back up again. Without thinking, Wendy pushed Peter to the ground, causing her to fall with him. Still kissing, the two cuddled each other, Peter putting a hand here or there, and Wendy would shudder. Sounds came from inside their bodies. It all felt wrong to them both, but a message came into their minds. The message was to keep going. Quiet cries from Wendy and silent pain from Peer, how they wanted more, even though it was all wrong.
"Peter?" Wendy asked in gasps.
"Hmm?" That was all Peter could manage to say.
"You are my saviour." Wendy trembled, standing up and walking over to the chair. "But yet... you are also my devil." Peter smirked at this remark, as seeing Wendy start to laugh. "I want to go.... But it doesn't seem good enough for me."
"Tell you what." Peter swooped up to her. "I shall take you to your home for you to say goodbye, as long as you promise that you will never leave me."
"I am yours to keep." Wendy sighed, smiling brightly. Peter nodded, and took her hand as they flew out of the Underground Home, out of Neverland, into the midnight air of London.
"I have to admit to you." Peter whispered as he slowly opened the unlocked window, giving a hand to help Wendy inside. "Dreams do mean something."
A pirate ship sailed at the harbor with nothing but a blowing flag and sails for company. On board the ship, there sang the deadly song of the pirates. Wendy swooped into a room, finding a man with dark curls playing the gloomy song on the harpsichord. He motioned to her to sit beside him. Wendy sat near him comfortably, laying her head on his shoulder. The man turned to her, revealing his iron hook. He stroked Wendy's hair, as any father would do, whispering her name in her ear.
Wendy jumped up, horrified from her dream. She wiped the sweat off of her glistening face, panting. Where was she? She could hear the Lost Boys lightly snoring, and could also hear Peter in his room, mumbling in his sleep. Who could she run to? Peter was her only option. He would understand, not like the Lost Boys.
"Peter." Wendy whispered, running into his room and jumping down on him. "Peter, wake up."
Peter arose from his bed, surprised at finding Wendy with him. "Yes?"
"I had the most awful dream, Peter." Peter was sitting up in bed, so Wendy put herself into Peter's arms, her cheek touching his chest.
"What was it of?" Peter asked calmly.
"A pirate captain with a hook for a hand. He acted like my father, sitting by me on the piano bench." Wendy whispered.
Peter tightened his grip around Wendy, so as to protect her from her fears. "That shows something." Peter whispered back at her. Wendy looked up at him with an inquisitive look. "You miss some people, Wendy. We all know whom these people are."
Wendy let go of Peter and looked up at him, confused. "What are you talking about?" Wendy asked, shaking. "I-I don't miss anyone."
"I'm afraid you do." Peter said, still calmly looking at her with solemn eyes.
"No Peter, I don't." Wendy started to cry. She put her hand to her face. "I don't Peter, I don't!" She sank into Peter once more, crying like a child who lost her doll. "Oh I do! I miss them tremendously!" Her breaths were uneven and wavy as she clutched Peter's strap.
Peter's eyes became quite shiny, and a tear went down his face. He dared not look at her, still holding her close. Wendy wasn't looking at him either. "I can't let you go, Wendy." Wendy wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Peter, backing away from the bed in shock. "I'm sorry." Peter's voice was shaky.
Wendy sat down on a chair, gazing at the floor yet seeming to gaze into space. "You won't let me...go?" Wendy asked, frightened. She wanted to leave in her secret mind, thinking that Peter would let her leave.
Peter shook his head slowly. She could hear him crying, and see the cry in his face and mouth, seeing it twitch every once in a while. "No." Peter gulped. "I cannot let you leave me."
Wendy walked over to Peter and put a hand on his shoulder, sending them both chills of fright and worry. "I will never leave you in spirit." Wendy whispered. "But after this dream I had, I simply must leave." Wendy's body trembled. "I must."
Peter jumped out of his bed and walked near Wendy. He looked down at her with a cold look on his face. "You will not leave, Wendy." He expressed like a demand, almost a yell. "You promised me." Wendy looked up at him with bravery in her heart and shook her head. They both heard thunder outdoors, and rain started to pour to the ground. Peter cried out in anger, grabbing a clay vase and throwing it to the wall, making it shatter into a million pieces. Wendy jumped and gasped, forcing her hand to her mouth. Peter fell down to the floor, his eyes tightly closed with sadness, as he cried tears. He tried not to cry infront of Wendy, yet couldn't help it. The thought and the moment were far too oppressive. Wendy ran to him and started to sing a soothing song:
Dark is the hour when you shall cry,
The world shall cry with you too.
When you feel alone, unsure and afraid,
I shall be right beside you too.
Holding your face, calling your name, smiling at your fears and your thoughts.
Stay by your side, at ease with fright, thinking of ways to inspire you.
Peter looked up at her, calming down as Wendy sang grander and louder during the chorus:
Wishing I could hear your voice again, remind me of the sun and sky.
Too many times, have taken you from my mind, give me the strength to try.
Wishing I could dry your tears at night, keeping you right by my side.
Too many thoughts, giving me knots, help me just try to get by.
No more memories of when we met still more memories of faith and affection for... me to keep you by.
Wendy finished, closing her eyes as she stopped singing. When she opened them back up, Wendy felt a warm breath surrounding her face. She noticed Peter's lips making her eager for a kiss. Peter still shook his head sadly, crying horribly.
"Wendy, I CAN'T LET YOU GO! I CANNOT!" Wendy stroked her hands on Peter's shoulders, gazing at his lips with interest. Giving Peter another thimble, Wendy started to cry as well.
"As you wish Peter." She trembled. Peter kissed her again, exploring her mouth with desire in his lips. He wanted Wendy to give in, still kissing her and caressing her. Wendy was as stiff as a board. Peter tried once more, hearing a sigh from Wendy, feeling her body go limp. She arched her back as he towered over her, kissing her some more. Soon, Wendy's mouth had an urge to explore Peter's innocent mouth. They were both kissing each other, gasping for breath.
Peter felt quite brave at the moment. Suddenly Wendy could feel Peter's tongue on her lips, waiting passage. With out a choice, Wendy opened her mouth, letting the tongue inside her mouth. The two let go of the other, gasping for breath. Wendy's back was still arched, Peter's arm holding her up. Her eyes snapped to Peter with a bold look. Standing herself up, she noticed Peter's eyes ask a question to her. Wendy knew what the question was, and nodded.
"Yes Peter." Wendy whispered, still breathing heavily. "Please." Peter retained Wendy as he started kissing down her face. Wendy shivered with delight, feeling the kisses go down her neck, and back up again. Without thinking, Wendy pushed Peter to the ground, causing her to fall with him. Still kissing, the two cuddled each other, Peter putting a hand here or there, and Wendy would shudder. Sounds came from inside their bodies. It all felt wrong to them both, but a message came into their minds. The message was to keep going. Quiet cries from Wendy and silent pain from Peer, how they wanted more, even though it was all wrong.
"Peter?" Wendy asked in gasps.
"Hmm?" That was all Peter could manage to say.
"You are my saviour." Wendy trembled, standing up and walking over to the chair. "But yet... you are also my devil." Peter smirked at this remark, as seeing Wendy start to laugh. "I want to go.... But it doesn't seem good enough for me."
"Tell you what." Peter swooped up to her. "I shall take you to your home for you to say goodbye, as long as you promise that you will never leave me."
"I am yours to keep." Wendy sighed, smiling brightly. Peter nodded, and took her hand as they flew out of the Underground Home, out of Neverland, into the midnight air of London.
"I have to admit to you." Peter whispered as he slowly opened the unlocked window, giving a hand to help Wendy inside. "Dreams do mean something."