Lies and Disappointment
The window was opened letting the wind enter the room. Daylight illuminated the place, letting see the whole place. There was a bed in the middle of it, where a young lady slept restlessly. Her face was pale, her auburn hair was slightly messy, has the lady kept turning and turning in her awful nightmares. She whispered the same name as that dreams got worse and worse. Then a tear would run down her cheek for no one had answered. Everyone could see how sick Wendy Darling was.
"... She turned again and felt something rather wicked to be felt in that kind of dreams. The breeze. Was she already woken? Had all the horror ended? Could she go home now? She narrowed her eyes in fear of what she might see. No, she wasn't woken. This could only be a dream.
A boy dressing in a rather weird costume was in front of her, smiling wildly. Where had he come from? Wendy had no need to ask that, for she already knew that somehow he had flied through her window.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking care of you."
"Why?"
"Because I love you!"
"Then... I'm sorry... but you can go away..."
"Why?"
"I... don't... love you."
"You don't?"
"I... don't know. It's... you should have come sooner... You are too late!"
"I'm here now!"
"Well... if it's so... promise me something..."
"What?"
"Promise you'll always be near me. Promise you'll never leave me."
"I promise. Wherever I am, I'll always be near you."
He turned around and flew through the window, making Wendy scream..."
"Peter!" Wendy whispered, coming back to reality.
"What? I'm here, Wendy!" Peter awoke when he heard his beloved Wendy call him.
"Wha... What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking care of you."
"You... You don't need to! I can take care of myself!"
"Wendy, calm down! You're sick."
"I don't need you! Go away!"
"But... what about the promise?"
Wendy's eyes widened as she heard Peter talking about the promise. How come did he know about her dream? Was it possible that they had dreamed the same thing? "Don't be silly, Wendy Darling! That isn't possible!" she thought to herself. But who was she to say what was possible and what wasn't? Hadn't she believed in fairies and mermaids? Hadn't she flied to a distant land where no one needed to grow up? Hadn't she met a brave boy who didn't want grow? Hadn't she kissed that boy to make him fight Captain James Hook? Hadn't she? "That was just my imagination!" she repeated to herself.
She then returned to Peter, her eyes with small, almost invisible, tears in them. The same thoughts had come back to her. Wasn't that the boy who she kissed? Weren't the boys who made noise all over the house named the Lost Boys? Wasn't that the boy who had grown for her?
"That was a silly dream of mine." She said after a while. "And... and you had promised you would never disturb my dreams again!"
"No, it wasn't a 'silly' dream of 'yours'. It was a dream..."
"I don't like to be rude, but you are not welcome in my room. Now, please, go away!"
Peter just had no choice. Just a glimpse of Wendy's eyes made him realise what she felt for him right now – she hated him. He fought his tears and came near the door.
"Goodbye..."
She simply looked angrily at him, while he got out of the room.
In the sitting room, there were two ladies. Both of them were talking animatedly until they heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Well, Mrs. Darling, I'm going... er..."
"Thank you for everything, Mr. Wiseman. Have a good day!"
"Good day, then. Thank you." Peter waved at the two ladies and went out of the house."
"Who is this boy, Mary?"
"It's Peter Wiseman. He's the son of the vice-president of the bank."
"May I know what was he doing here?"
"Oh... He was really sweet. When he knew Wendy was sick he came to check on her and ended staying almost two days."
"That seems very sweet, indeed!"
"And... you should've seen, Millicent. He spent that time by her bed, holding her hand."
"What a boy must he be."
Someone gasped behind the wall, though Mrs. Darling and Aunt Millicent couldn't hear it. It was Wendy, who lied near the door to the sitting room, hearing the ladies; though sneaking was not something she liked doing. Now she knew that staying there had been a mistake for she had her eyes filled with tears. Peter had been spending almost two days by her bed, holding her hand, taking care of her... and all she did was saying, "Go away"!
"Well... let it be has she says so!" he whispered angrily while he opening the window, letting the wind hit his face hard. But it was not as hard as the truth he had just heard.
The window was opened letting the wind enter the room. Daylight illuminated the place, letting see the whole place. There was a bed in the middle of it, where a young lady slept restlessly. Her face was pale, her auburn hair was slightly messy, has the lady kept turning and turning in her awful nightmares. She whispered the same name as that dreams got worse and worse. Then a tear would run down her cheek for no one had answered. Everyone could see how sick Wendy Darling was.
"... She turned again and felt something rather wicked to be felt in that kind of dreams. The breeze. Was she already woken? Had all the horror ended? Could she go home now? She narrowed her eyes in fear of what she might see. No, she wasn't woken. This could only be a dream.
A boy dressing in a rather weird costume was in front of her, smiling wildly. Where had he come from? Wendy had no need to ask that, for she already knew that somehow he had flied through her window.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking care of you."
"Why?"
"Because I love you!"
"Then... I'm sorry... but you can go away..."
"Why?"
"I... don't... love you."
"You don't?"
"I... don't know. It's... you should have come sooner... You are too late!"
"I'm here now!"
"Well... if it's so... promise me something..."
"What?"
"Promise you'll always be near me. Promise you'll never leave me."
"I promise. Wherever I am, I'll always be near you."
He turned around and flew through the window, making Wendy scream..."
"Peter!" Wendy whispered, coming back to reality.
"What? I'm here, Wendy!" Peter awoke when he heard his beloved Wendy call him.
"Wha... What are you doing here?"
"I'm taking care of you."
"You... You don't need to! I can take care of myself!"
"Wendy, calm down! You're sick."
"I don't need you! Go away!"
"But... what about the promise?"
Wendy's eyes widened as she heard Peter talking about the promise. How come did he know about her dream? Was it possible that they had dreamed the same thing? "Don't be silly, Wendy Darling! That isn't possible!" she thought to herself. But who was she to say what was possible and what wasn't? Hadn't she believed in fairies and mermaids? Hadn't she flied to a distant land where no one needed to grow up? Hadn't she met a brave boy who didn't want grow? Hadn't she kissed that boy to make him fight Captain James Hook? Hadn't she? "That was just my imagination!" she repeated to herself.
She then returned to Peter, her eyes with small, almost invisible, tears in them. The same thoughts had come back to her. Wasn't that the boy who she kissed? Weren't the boys who made noise all over the house named the Lost Boys? Wasn't that the boy who had grown for her?
"That was a silly dream of mine." She said after a while. "And... and you had promised you would never disturb my dreams again!"
"No, it wasn't a 'silly' dream of 'yours'. It was a dream..."
"I don't like to be rude, but you are not welcome in my room. Now, please, go away!"
Peter just had no choice. Just a glimpse of Wendy's eyes made him realise what she felt for him right now – she hated him. He fought his tears and came near the door.
"Goodbye..."
She simply looked angrily at him, while he got out of the room.
In the sitting room, there were two ladies. Both of them were talking animatedly until they heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Well, Mrs. Darling, I'm going... er..."
"Thank you for everything, Mr. Wiseman. Have a good day!"
"Good day, then. Thank you." Peter waved at the two ladies and went out of the house."
"Who is this boy, Mary?"
"It's Peter Wiseman. He's the son of the vice-president of the bank."
"May I know what was he doing here?"
"Oh... He was really sweet. When he knew Wendy was sick he came to check on her and ended staying almost two days."
"That seems very sweet, indeed!"
"And... you should've seen, Millicent. He spent that time by her bed, holding her hand."
"What a boy must he be."
Someone gasped behind the wall, though Mrs. Darling and Aunt Millicent couldn't hear it. It was Wendy, who lied near the door to the sitting room, hearing the ladies; though sneaking was not something she liked doing. Now she knew that staying there had been a mistake for she had her eyes filled with tears. Peter had been spending almost two days by her bed, holding her hand, taking care of her... and all she did was saying, "Go away"!
"Well... let it be has she says so!" he whispered angrily while he opening the window, letting the wind hit his face hard. But it was not as hard as the truth he had just heard.