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CHAPTER 10: Forgotten
"Jasmine! Jasmine, where are you? Jasmine please come out!" Peter cried while racing through the matted woods. He should have never left her sight. If not, she wouldn't be lost right now. Peter thought. What would happen if Hook got a hold of her? Did he have her? No, he couldn't. He had to keep searching.
Jasmine heard talking and sat up straight, which slightly tipped the house. She held onto the floor, but then relaxed. Jasmine rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked out the window. It was still dark outside. She strained her eyes and saw a small ball of light. Could it be? Yes, it was. Tink. Jasmine moved closer to the window to get a closer look. The house started to sway, but she didn't notice. Suddenly, the branch below snapped. Jasmine's eyes widened. Trying to make the floor even, she moved to the other side of the house, but that only tipped it more. The next thing she knew, Jasmine was falling.
"HELP! TINK, PETER, SOMEBODY!!!" Jasmine screamed as she fell. Tink, Peter, and the Lost Boys looked to see the small cottage falling rapidly. Peter raced to the sight. He spotted the house and opened the door.
"Jasmine! Take my hand!"
"Peter, I'm terrified!"
"Jasmine, please just take my hand!" Jasmine trembled as she took his hand, and he pulled her out of the hut before it crashed into the ground. Jasmine looked up at Peter, and smiled. He hugged him with all of her might.
"Peter, oh God, you saved my life! I am eternally grateful!" She hugged him tighter and tears ran down her cheeks. He shushed her and held her tightly. She cried as he flew off to the house. When they entered the house, Jasmine ran into the bedroom. She grabbed her suitcase, and headed towards Peter.
"Peter, you are my savor, yes, but sadly, I now am positive I must go home. I can't live with all of this danger. Will you fly me home?" Peter sighed. She would never give up on this. He had to give in.
"If you wish it, Jasmine, I will take you home." Jasmine hugged him again. Peter turned to the Lost Boys.
"Say good-bye to mother, lads. She is leaving."
"What?"
"Leaving Neverland? Why?"
"I can't say boys. She just doesn't want to stay."
"Come give mummy one last hug boys." Jasmine opened her arms. They all rushed into her arms, crying their eyes out. Jasmine finally let go and stood up. Peter whistled and out came the so-called "bell boy" fairies to pick up Jasmine's suitcase. She slowly floated outside to wait for Peter. He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Are you sure you wanna leave Neverland? It's really fun here. Trust me, I know." Jasmine smiled and placed her hand on Peter's.
"I know it's really fun here. But I have to go home. I miss my family. I miss my boyfriend." Peter hated this boyfriend person who ever he was. Jasmine was in love with this boy and he could never change that. Peter took Jasmine's hand and they flew off into the night. They flew higher and higher until they broke from the Neverland atmoshpere. Jasmine started to tear up.
"Peter?"
"Yes?"
"If...by any chance...my parents have forgotten me...am I able to stay with you?" Peter perked up and smiled.
"Jasmine, you are welcome in Neverland anytime." Jasmine smiled, showing her brilliant white teeth. They zoomed into the Earth's atmoshpere, and then flew down to London. Peter flew to the Darling house, and looked into Jasmine's window. They were shocked at the sight.
All around the house, there were people. Laughing, talking, chatting. Children playing with toys from Aaron's room. People having fun. All without her. Jasmine began to cry.
"They truly have...forgotten me. Worst of all, they are...having a...good time without me. Peter, let's go home."
"Wait."Stated Peter, "the only way to tell if they have truly forgotten you is to go inside and see if they know you." Jasmine thought this was logical enough and opened the window. Everyone turned to see a sweaty girl in a damp dress with ruined makeup standing in the windowsill. Her father stomped up the stairs.
"Now what the devil is going" he stared at Jasmine oddly "on. Who the hell are you, you...you...you filthy little pig!"
"Father, it's me? Jasmine! Remember? Your daughter?" Jasmine sputtered out.
"Daughter? Ha! I have no daughter! My only daughter ran away and never came back. So we forgot about that little bitch and now worship our only son, Aaron." Aaron stepped out of the background, looking older than he did before. He was taller and was more masculine.
"Aaron, you remember me, right?"
"Who the hell are you?" he retorted
"Mum, go get mum! She remembers everything!" Mr. Daught sighed and called for his wife. She ran up the stairs. Jasmine stared at her.
" Mum, don't you remember me? Your little girl? Your pride and joy?"
"My only daughter left us. She must have hated us. You are sadly mistaken my dear. But you are soaking wet. Here, I'll get you some warm clothes and send you on your way." Mrs. Daught stepped out of the room and Jasmine quickly followed, with all eyes on her. She walked around the house, now with pictures from her cousins in America, Aaron in the Drama Club, and her parents at their...gulp...22nd anniversary dinner. Last time she was here, they were celebrating 20 long years together.
Two years. That was how long she had been gone. Two years. Her mother brought her some warm clothes, a long nightgown and a robe.
"Quickly now, get changed and I will escort you out of here." Jasmine stepped into the bathroom and changed herself. She looked into the mirror. Her hair was tousled, messy, and frizzy. Her face dirty, as well her hands. She turned on the water and put her hands underneath. It was too hot. She tried to pick up the bar of ivory soap. It stung. This could not be. If you got dirty in Neverland, can you never wash without extreme pain? No of course not. How could have Peter washed his face, then? She opened the door and walked down the stairs.
"Come now dear, I'll walk you out." Her ex-mother stated. She opened the door to see Peter sitting in a nearby tree. Mrs. Daught closed the door then turned to Jasmine.
"You" she started in an angry tone, "you came into my house, telling lies and rubbish that you're our daughter. I don't know who you think you are, girl, but as far as I'm concerned, I HAVE NO DAUGHTER AND NEVER DID!" She was positively red in the face. Her hands were tightened into fists.
"You were so nice inside, what happened?" Jasmine asked.
"Oh-ho! Do you really think I'm like that? I was keeping a good reputation. You are lucky I gave you those clothes. NOW GET!" Jasmine whimpered. Peter heard this and drew his dagger.
"You! Grown-up! How dare you treat my Jazz that way! Take back what you said, or you shall feel the wrath of my dagger!" Peter screamed, holding his dagger at Mrs. Daught's throat.
"Is this yours?" She asked
"Peter! Put down the dagger! Leave her alone! She's only an adult, she doesn't know what she's doing." Jasmine smiled. Now, she could talk about her parents all she wanted. Peter put down his arm, but still gripped his dagger tightly.
"Come, Peter. We're leaving." She took his hand and they walked around the road. Then they took off into the night.
They entered the Neverland atmoshpere and flew down to the tree house. Jasmine sobbed as she entered the house. How could they? Why would they? Their own daughter. And what was up with them saying two years ago? She had only spent about a week or a little more in Neverland. Was there that much of a time difference?
"Peter? How much time difference is there between here and Earth?" Jasmine asked.
"Oh, I'd say for every day here, about 1 ½ to 2 months on Earth. You spent a week and 3 days here, so that is" Peter thought for a second.
"20 months?!" Jasmine screamed. "You kept me here for 20 months here? This is just great! I have no family to return to, no nothing to have, do you realize what you've done?!"
"Nope." Peter smiled and sat down in his bearskin chair.
" YOU ARE SMILING? THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER, PETER! YOU HAVE DEPRIVED ME OF EVERYTHING! MY FAMILY, MY HOME, MY LIFE! I HATE YOU, PETER PAN! I HATE YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY SOUL!" Jasmine raged.
"DON'T BLAME ME FOR YOUR DUMB FAMILY WHO FORGETS EASILY!"
"OH PLEASE, PETER! IF YOU HADN'T BROUGHT ME HERE, I WOULD BE IN LONDON, AT A DANCE OR AT A PARTY, HAVING A GREAT TIME!"
"YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO COME! OR REMIND ME OF WENDY! YOU COULD HAVE STAYED HOME!"
"YOU MADE ME!"
"DID NOT!"
"DID SO!"
"DID NOT!"
"WHATEVER PETER! YOU KNOW WHAT?" Jasmine picked up everything that was hers, and headed for the door, "I'M LEAVING! FORGET YOU! FORGET NEVERLAND! I HOPE YOU HAVE A HORRIBLE LIFE WITHOUT ME!" And with that, Jasmine stomped out of the house, leaving Peter with nothing, but hate towards Jasmine.
