Heartache
Peter woke with a pain in his heart, screams strangled in his throat. He felt something inside him. His heart. His heart that had been pained and broken was there, inside him. Its pieces reunited slowly, causing him to gasp with pain. And he felt something else. His heart should be ice-cold, freezing, and dark as Neverland was in that moment. No, he didn't feel that. He wanted to go and live inside his own heart, because it felt warm and cosy. No hatred entered that room, that heart, no death could beat him.
Soon he realized that there was no space left to hate Wendy. Soon he realized she was trying to reach the middle of his heart and, secretly, he wanted her to do it as quickly as she could. Wendy was there in Neverland and he felt like the hatred that had inhabited his heart in these later days was gone. He couldn't hate her. It was predicted; he had to love Wendy as she would love him.
"Oh no."
"What is it, Godmother Fairy?"
Godmother Fairy said nothing. She just took something from inside her big and elegant knot. It was something like a golden pocket clock. There were no numbers; instead, there were odd symbols and one of them was red and beeping furiously.
"This is my... er... I haven't given it a name actually, but it calls me when someone is in love danger or something like that." Her voice was worried and her eyes seemed to be 'attached' to the pocket clock. "Well, er, I've got to go! Good luck!" she said after disappearing.
Wendy felt abandoned, alone in that land of hatred. There was no one to save her from the black heart of this Neverland, no one to take her to the Lost Boys' hideout, where she'd feel warm, in home, and where she'd find the master of her heart – Peter Pan.
But now it was all lost. Just simply lost. Even more than her.
She turned around hoping to see a door, which would take her either to the Lost Boys' hideout or her house. But the only things that were there were small, unhappy and naked trees, dangerous black roses and a path made of dead leaves and little stones.
If only she could fly. But it would also be impossible – she had no happy thoughts left, even if there was pixie dust.
She looked at the ground, with shame. She was there because of herself. Peter was there because of her. She found a spot that would be good, if she could call it that, and sat there, never minding her blue nightgown.
She pulled her knees tighter to her body and covered them with her arms and face, when she felt something fall and crash in her. Not exactly crash. She just felt the soft raindrop against her body. Grey ugly clouds had come to play again, and make the little raindrops fall as they told their stories. She pulled up her knees even tighter to her chest, her own 'raindrops' falling down her cheeks.
She was alone. She was empty. She was lost. The wind grew stronger taking the deadly scaring brown leaves away. The pavement was now only big grey stone, wild grass and one or two of the dead leaves.
A pain in her heart grew along the strength of the wind and the height of the raindrops, which were getting heavier and heavier. Her nightgown was all wet and heavy and dirty.
She cursed herself under her breath, screamed in little whisper and cried with no tears. She was lost, she was fading though she could feel her heart beating.
Who would now come to pick her... and embrace her... and muter small comfort words? She closed her eyes and imagined herself. She was in a familiar, warm place. Nah, not her house – the Lost Boys' hideout. She was sitting in Peter's bed and fell warm and cosy in his arms. He shoved her hair and said, "I love you!" and then 'thimbled' her.
She opened her eyes and saw no warm place, no Peter embracing her, no thimble. She saw a horror called "hatred", a horror that had been Neverland.
Her light fade slowly, like when the day turns into night.
She heard a noise, like something moving. She pretended it was the wind, but when she heard that same noise closer and louder, she felt frightened. She saw a shadow and as soon as she knew, her light was no longer there.
Author Notes: Okay, this isn't the end... I'M SUCH A BIG LIAR!!!! I know I said I'd end this today, but... I can't help it, my imagination is full of another stories, so I can't keep going with this one. ARGH! But, unluckily, I'm going to stay without computer for a while (I mean, for quite a long while – I don't even know if I'll get this [or a new one] back in the next year!) So, I wanted to end this thing, so I could live happy that at least I completed a fanfic. That's why I can't publish the other fanfics I was writing – one for P.P. called "Fallen Angel, Broken Wings" and another for Harry Potter (in Portuguese – I was thinking about translating it later) named "Deusa da Escuridão" or, in English, "Goddess of the Darkness". Well, that's all – love for every1 who reviewed (YOU ROCK!) and for Taylor...
Hugs'n'Thimbles
Annie
Peter woke with a pain in his heart, screams strangled in his throat. He felt something inside him. His heart. His heart that had been pained and broken was there, inside him. Its pieces reunited slowly, causing him to gasp with pain. And he felt something else. His heart should be ice-cold, freezing, and dark as Neverland was in that moment. No, he didn't feel that. He wanted to go and live inside his own heart, because it felt warm and cosy. No hatred entered that room, that heart, no death could beat him.
Soon he realized that there was no space left to hate Wendy. Soon he realized she was trying to reach the middle of his heart and, secretly, he wanted her to do it as quickly as she could. Wendy was there in Neverland and he felt like the hatred that had inhabited his heart in these later days was gone. He couldn't hate her. It was predicted; he had to love Wendy as she would love him.
"Oh no."
"What is it, Godmother Fairy?"
Godmother Fairy said nothing. She just took something from inside her big and elegant knot. It was something like a golden pocket clock. There were no numbers; instead, there were odd symbols and one of them was red and beeping furiously.
"This is my... er... I haven't given it a name actually, but it calls me when someone is in love danger or something like that." Her voice was worried and her eyes seemed to be 'attached' to the pocket clock. "Well, er, I've got to go! Good luck!" she said after disappearing.
Wendy felt abandoned, alone in that land of hatred. There was no one to save her from the black heart of this Neverland, no one to take her to the Lost Boys' hideout, where she'd feel warm, in home, and where she'd find the master of her heart – Peter Pan.
But now it was all lost. Just simply lost. Even more than her.
She turned around hoping to see a door, which would take her either to the Lost Boys' hideout or her house. But the only things that were there were small, unhappy and naked trees, dangerous black roses and a path made of dead leaves and little stones.
If only she could fly. But it would also be impossible – she had no happy thoughts left, even if there was pixie dust.
She looked at the ground, with shame. She was there because of herself. Peter was there because of her. She found a spot that would be good, if she could call it that, and sat there, never minding her blue nightgown.
She pulled her knees tighter to her body and covered them with her arms and face, when she felt something fall and crash in her. Not exactly crash. She just felt the soft raindrop against her body. Grey ugly clouds had come to play again, and make the little raindrops fall as they told their stories. She pulled up her knees even tighter to her chest, her own 'raindrops' falling down her cheeks.
She was alone. She was empty. She was lost. The wind grew stronger taking the deadly scaring brown leaves away. The pavement was now only big grey stone, wild grass and one or two of the dead leaves.
A pain in her heart grew along the strength of the wind and the height of the raindrops, which were getting heavier and heavier. Her nightgown was all wet and heavy and dirty.
She cursed herself under her breath, screamed in little whisper and cried with no tears. She was lost, she was fading though she could feel her heart beating.
Who would now come to pick her... and embrace her... and muter small comfort words? She closed her eyes and imagined herself. She was in a familiar, warm place. Nah, not her house – the Lost Boys' hideout. She was sitting in Peter's bed and fell warm and cosy in his arms. He shoved her hair and said, "I love you!" and then 'thimbled' her.
She opened her eyes and saw no warm place, no Peter embracing her, no thimble. She saw a horror called "hatred", a horror that had been Neverland.
Her light fade slowly, like when the day turns into night.
She heard a noise, like something moving. She pretended it was the wind, but when she heard that same noise closer and louder, she felt frightened. She saw a shadow and as soon as she knew, her light was no longer there.
Author Notes: Okay, this isn't the end... I'M SUCH A BIG LIAR!!!! I know I said I'd end this today, but... I can't help it, my imagination is full of another stories, so I can't keep going with this one. ARGH! But, unluckily, I'm going to stay without computer for a while (I mean, for quite a long while – I don't even know if I'll get this [or a new one] back in the next year!) So, I wanted to end this thing, so I could live happy that at least I completed a fanfic. That's why I can't publish the other fanfics I was writing – one for P.P. called "Fallen Angel, Broken Wings" and another for Harry Potter (in Portuguese – I was thinking about translating it later) named "Deusa da Escuridão" or, in English, "Goddess of the Darkness". Well, that's all – love for every1 who reviewed (YOU ROCK!) and for Taylor...
Hugs'n'Thimbles
Annie