Chapter 15: A Memory Lost
Author's Note: Hahah that was a title of one of my fics.

Wendy woke up beside Peter, she smiled. She brought her hand to his forehead, it was no longer hot. He wasn't shaking either, he was only peacefully sleeping.

She stood up and looked at him, he was laying on his side and his knees were straight. As Wendy moved he brought them to his stomach, hugging his bare legs. His eyes covered, protected, with his eyelids.

Wendy frowned, knowing the poison was bound to come back. Sadness and fear merged in her mind, soon broken by hope. Maybe the medicine had been defeated after all, she could only hope.

Wendy sat down in a chair next to Peter, apprehensively watching him.

About an hour after Wendy had woken up Peter still slept, but minutes later his eyes fluttered open. Wendy's eyes widened,

Peter looked around, and stopped when his eyes fell on Wendy, He asked.

Wendy laughed, Peter, stop kidding around.

Peter looked behind him and back at Wendy, Who's Peter?

Wendy asked, completely confused.

I don't know who Peter is, he shook his head.

Wendy stared at him, What do you mean, you're Peter and you know that.

I don't know who Peter is, or who you are, Peter said standing up.

Wendy looked up at him, Stop it, please.

I don't know what you're talking about, just leave me alone, Peter said, beginning to walk away.

Wendy stood up and grabbed his wrist, Peter what's the matter?

I don't know who Peter is, now let go of me! Peter spoke violently, raising his voice.

Wendy didn't let go until she knew what was going on. The poison. The poison had stripped Peter of his memory.

Wendy let Peter's wrist fall and he left, leaving Wendy to stand alone.

Peter rushed through the forest, confused, scared. He didn't know who this girl was, who he was. He wanted to know who he was so he could lose the empty feeling in his heart.

Peter had the feelings of someone just born, someone who hadn't experienced anything ever, nothing could prepare him for the sadness that he was feeling. He didn't know why, or how he felt like this but he did.

You'd think if his emotion range was of someone very young he'd be blissfully happy, wrong. Peter was learning how to deal with emotions from the time he woke up, not knowing who he was. The first emotions he felt were frustration and confusion. He was confused when he didn't have a clue who he was, he was frustrated when this girl he had talked to thought he was this Peter guy, and then came sadness. He felt upset when he saw the hurt in that girl's eyes, something deep inside made him feel this emotion and he didn't understand what it was. Then confusion came back, lingering in his mind for an eternity.

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It was dark, pitch black. It was as if his eyes were closed, but they were open it was very odd. Then light washed over him, he was lying down on his bed and he was looking at Wendy.

Wendy said, Peter heard her voice like an echo far away, he didn't know what was wrong he tried to speak but it was as if he couldn't.
What came next frightened him, he was looking around the room, he didn't move his head. He heard another voice, his own, say:

Peter didn't know what was going on but he wanted to scream out, for it to all go away.

Peter stop kidding around, Wendy looked at Peter.

Peter once again opened his mouth to speak but nothing happened, instead he heard his voice speaking again, Who's Peter?

Peter was confused to an unimaginable point, he was scared too. He tried to speak, to move but nothing happened.

Wendy looked scared as well, She whispered.

Peter wanted to comfort Wendy, she looked so upset. Whatever was happening was frightening both of them.

I don't know who Peter is, Peter heard his voice echoing in his ears, he wanted to block out the sound and cover his ears, but his arms stayed put.

What do you mean, you're Peter and you know it, Wendy said, her eyes glazed with fear.

I know I am, why can't you hear me? Why can't I move!?' Peter thought, wanting to say it all out loud, wanting more than anything to have control over what was happening. But he was too frightened and confused to have any kind of control.

I don't know who Peter is, or who you are, the echo came again, but this one felt like a stab in the heart. The expression on Wendy's face was of pure sadness.

Yes I do, Wendy!' Peter once again tried to yell, but nothing happened, he was defeated. He didn't know how he could get Wendy to hear him.

When Peter wanted to see what was happening he realized he was standing up.

Stop it, please, Wendy pleaded, her eyes filled with sorrow.

Wendy I wish I could help you-' Peter gave up, she couldn't hear him and he couldn't change that.

I don't know what your talking about just leave me alone, Peter heard his voice say the echo stinging his mind, he would never talk to Wendy so rudely, yet he or someone had.

He began to walk away, going towards the door but was stopped by Wendy grabbing hold of his wrist, Peter, what's the matter? Her voice rang through his head, he knew it wouldn't help if he tried to answer, so he listened for a reply.

I don't know who Peter is, now let go of me! Peter was shocked, completely bewildered to hear his own voice talking to Wendy in such a harsh tone.

It was killing him to have to watch and listen to Wendy being so hurt, by him and what was worse was it was him hurting her.

After a second she let go of his wrist. And before saying anything he was forced to leave. He left, and ran into the forest it was as if someone was in control of everything he did, but he didn't understand it and he was scared, not only that but he was hurt that he or someone had hurt Wendy and he was giving up on trying to stop it.


Author's Note: Long time, no update I know. Since my last update writing had been hard, at first I had too much homework and I was VERY busy. Then I had MAJOR writer's block, finally I sat down and thought it all out, and hopefully this made up for the wait. This chapter was kind of confusing I know, but keep reading and you'll see. Thanks for reading, reviews please! lol- Pottersweetie