Chapter 2: More Regrets

The next morning Wendy was awoken by Michael, who was standing by her bed whimpering, with tears in his sweet baby blue eyes.

Michael sniffled sadly, "Wendy, mother said you're going away. Why?"

Wendy who was still half asleep, with her head hidden in her white pillow, grumbled in reply to Michael, "I don't know. Because I need to grow up."

"But Wendy, who will tell us stories? Who will...?

Michael's sad words were interrupted by Wendy, who lifted her head up from her pillow, to face him angrily and yell, "Michael! I haven't told you, or any of the other boys, any stories for ages! I am not your mother! I was never your mother! I am going to Aunt Millicent's to grow up! So leave me alone!"

Wendy shut her eyes tight, reburied her face in her pillow and covered her entire body with her bed sheets.

Michael stopped crying and let the last of his tears roll down his rosy cheeks. He was shocked by Wendy's sudden outburst.

He gathered all the strength he could muster and simply said, "Wendy, I know you haven't told us stories for a long time and I also know why. I know how much you loved Peter,"

Wendy opened up her eyes from under the bed sheets. She felt a pang of panic and shock run through her whole body. How could Michael have known this? And why did he have to bring it up? Thought a heartbroken Wendy.

"And how much it hurts to think about him, but you decided to come back with me and John and The Lost Boys. So there is no going back. But you can always remember him. By bringing him back to life in your stories, like you used to." Finished Michael.

Wendy grew angry once again, and this time she threw her sheets off herself and grabbed Michael by his arms, so that she was looking directly into his eyes.

"You don't know anything Michael! You're just a child! I'll never tell another story from this day forwards. I don't want to remember that boy! And I didn't decide to come back with the rest of you! I had to come back! So leave me be! I don't want to ever hear that boys' name again."

Wendy shoved Michael out of the room and slid down the door, which she had just slammed in Michael's face.

Michael then shouted at her through the door, "No wonder Peter never came back!"

She felt as if her tears were teasing her. It was almost as if they were saying, "Wendy has to grow up. She can't cry anymore. Lets give her something to cry about. Then we'll see how grown up she really is."

She couldn't fight the tears, but she could stop them from falling. However, one little tear escaped her tightly shut eyes. Between the moment she started to open her eyes and when she actually opened them, to find the estranged tear, Wendy felt a strange, but very familiar presence in the room. Once her eyes were opened, she quickly searched her room, to see what had given her that wonderful feeling in her time of grief. But there was nothing there. So she left it at that. Wendy thought to herself as she sat on the floor, I don't want to not think about that boy. Why, I could never forget him. He is just too special to me. Peter is the only one I will ever...

Wendy's thoughts were interrupted when her mother knocked on the door.

"Wendy, are you awake?"Mrs Darling said loudly.

Wendy jumped up off the floor and wiped away the tears that sat in her eyes. She faced the door, placed her hands together behind her back, and said, "Yes I'm awake. You may come in mother."

Wendy's mother opened the door rather forcefully and looked at Wendy as soon as she entered the room.

"Well go have a shower then. I'll help you start packing." Said Mrs Darling who was already going through Wendy's wardrobe, picking out her best outfits.

"Mother? How are you going to pack everything in just a few short hours?" asked Wendy, and looked at her mother with confusion written all over her face.

"I'm not." Mrs Darling said bluntly. "Your not going to need much of your old outfits anymore. They are rather childish now, don't you think? We'll buy you some new fashionable outfits, while your staying at Aunt Millicent's."

"But mother I..."

Wendy's sentence was cut short by Mrs Darling, who didn't seem to be paying any attention to her anyway.

"Wendy you better have a shower while the hot water is still running." She said not turning away from packing Wendy's suitcase on her bed.

Wendy just rolled her eyes in annoyance and left the room calmly. She walked down the hallway, turned right into the bathroom and slammed the door. Wendy walked over to the foggy mirror on the bathroom wall, and rubbed away the mist to reveal the same girl, who was staring at her in her room last night. This time however, the girl seemed to be saying something to her. This girl whom Wendy felt no connection with, seemed to be sending a message through Wendy's mind, which said this, "Wendy, you'll never be one of them. Stop pretending and tell them who you really are. You want to go back to Neverland with Peter and never grow up don't you? You and I both know it. Don't we Wendy?"

Wendy felt like she was truly starting to lose her mind. She felt out of control and she was getting even more frustrated by the minute. This thought of Wendy's seemed to prove very true, when she screamed at her reflection, "No! I won't go back to Neverland ever again. Leave me alone! You're not real! Stop trying to confuse me!"

Mrs Darling left Wendy's room and hurried to the bathroom door, at the sound of Wendy's cries. "Wendy are you alright?" she said concerned for her daughter.

She then remembered that Wendy was no longer to be treated like a child. So she quickly added on to the end of her first sentence, in a more formal tone, "Wendy I want you to have a shower now, before you catch a death-a-cold from having a cold shower. You're to be ready in less then an hour. So don't dawdle."

Wendy turned her head away from the mirror and looked at the door, with an apologetic expression on her face, as if she could see her mother on the other side. She simply said, "Yes mother."

Gradually she turned her delicate little head around to gaze at her reflection once more. This time she looked down and she noticed Peter's kiss dangling from her neck.

I must have forgotten to take it off last night. Lucky mother didn't see it. Thought Wendy. She held the little acorn affectionately, between her right thumb and pointer and smiled at it. Then, as if she had just realised it was something dangerous, Wendy grabbed it and yanked it off rather forcefully from her neck, and threw it out of sight. The kiss was tossed out of the window. Wendy however didn't notice this because she had already started to step into the shower.

Outside the window a hand shot out from a tree and caught the falling kiss. It quickly disappeared, back into the branches, where a young boy by the name of Peter Pan sat effortlessly on his hind two legs, on the edge of a branch. A little ball of gold, by the name of Tinkerbell was glowing brightly nearby. A tear had rolled down his tanned and dirty cheek. It was quickly wiped away, by his filthy left arm.

Tinkerbell gave him a look, which said, "It's okay Peter. I'm here."

But she knew that it wasn't the same. Wendy was the one he wanted. He now stared at the kiss, which he had given Wendy three years ago. He played with it in his hands, wondering why Wendy had discarded it so carelessly.

"Surely she doesn't want to lose this?" whispered Peter to no one in particular.

Peter started moving out from the tree, to look into the open window, to see if Wendy was missing it. However he was startled, when Tinkerbell had held down each of his eyelids, with one of her tiny hands each.

He backed away into the tree again and said in a confused tone to Tinkerbell, "What? Tink, what are you doing? I'm only giving Wendy her kiss back."

Once Peter was sitting in the tree again, away from the window, Tink replied in her fairy language, "Peter, you can't look."

"Why not?" said Peter, who was rubbing his eyes, (Tinkerbell had a very strong grip after all.)

Tinkerbell didn't know how to explain to Peter, that his innocence would be taken away forever, if he even took a glance through that window, at Wendy in the shower.

So she answered him in the best way she could, without lying. She did hate to lie to Peter. "Because Wendy is a grown woman now and you're a boy and..."

Peter glared at Tinkerbell, looking at her, as if he would sooner crush her into a thousand specks of fairy dust, then have to listen to her call Wendy a grown up.

Tink had seen this look only once before. Just after Wendy had been shot to the ground by The Lost Boys, under Tinkerbell's orders. He had banished her after that. She hated to think of what Peter might do to her this time.

However he didn't do anything too drastic. He did however yell at her, "She is not grown up! She can't grow up! She belongs to me! And whatever is mine shall never be old or grown up!"

He then flew out of the tree and rose up higher and higher into the early morning sky, with Wendy's kiss held firmly in his right hand.

Tink flew a few metres behind him, feeling bad for her beloved friend. She knew that whenever Peter felt horrible, so did she and all of Neverland. This wasn't a good thing, because Peter never experienced sadness or anger very often. So when he did feel it, the emotions would almost always get out of hand.

Peter kept flying higher into the sky, leaving London behind him as he entered the tips of the clouds. Why did Tink have to say those things about Wendy? Wendy was his Wendy. The one person he felt that he truly connected with. I wish Wendy had never left Neverland. No! I wish I had of stayed with Wendy in London.

Oh, I should never have left London. I should never have left Wendy.

Hello people who are currently reading my story. I really appreciate all of your comments and enthusiasm towards my story. This is one of my first stories on fanfiction. The Beast's Beauty being the other one. But please keep reading and reviewing my story. It means a whole lot to me, to know that people enjoy something that I've created. I've got a whole lot more chapters coming up, so stay tuned.

Candy Depp Sumpter