Chapter 5: The Truths

" My mother did not go to Neverland." Mary's reply was simple, but it got to the point because just then her voice was at a very dangerous tone.

" You may not believe it but other people do. Her roommate saw her fly out he window holding a boy's hand." There was a note of panic in the Madame's squeal.

" Other people actually believe in Peter Pan. And you know what else? They think I am his child!"

"And you should be proud of it!"

" PROUD! Of what? Of that I am a start of a real life fairy tale! I want to be normal. I don't want people to follow me around, constantly asking the same question over and over! It's just a fairy tale!" and with that said, Mary stormed off to her room. Why couldn't anyone like her for who she was, and not hate her because she had a good point of view and all the rumors about her. Hate her because she was nothing like her mother who was the first to claim that Peter Pan was real. He wasn't.

" Sorry I got you into so much trouble." A voice said from right behind her.

" It's all right, David." Mary's hollow voice said as soon as she figured out how the other voice belonged to. " You didn't get me into trouble my mom did. You saved me."

" Actually you saved me too." Startled but David's answer Mary looked up. David's gaze was unfocused and it looked like his mind was wandering. " Did you think why I was up there at dinner in the first place?" he shifted his stare to her.

" Tell you the truth, I thought it was just a… a lucky miracle." Mary said sheepishly. She hadn't even thought about the rescue until she had met up with him now. But now it seemed strange, while every one except her went to dinner, David was in an empty classroom near enough to see through to grimy window. Realization struck her as she walked up the stairs, side by side with the silent boy.

"Suicide?" she whispered, horrified.

He nodded glumly. " It's so strange, being here now knowing no one really believes in you, every one treats you like a joke or fashion to be followed. And the girl you like doesn't believe in you at all, she refuses." He said avoiding Mary's eye.

" I believe in you and know how you feel." She stated boldly.

" No you don't." he said taking a huge step.

" Yes, I do know how you feel."

" But you don't believe in me. And don't try to deny it! You don't even know my real name!"

" Yes I do. You're David Covey the boy who saved my life. And who almost died it I hadn't been dangling off the torch pole."

" No Mary," David stopped and looked her in the eyes. " You don't."

" Alright then, who are you?" she said quizzically, stopping and grabbing him by the shoulders.

He breathed. " You have to promise not to scream say you don't believe me etc."

" I promise I guess." She shrugged, not seeing a logical point to this.

" I'm… I am… Peter Pan." Mary stiffened a squeak. He had risen into the air hovering over the ground lightly, and grinning. " But on the bright side, I can proudly say that I had never in my life, met your mother and let Hook's sword cut through my heart if I lie. You don't believe me do you?"

" I believe." She said in a hushed voice starting up at him. Then she grinned and pecked him on the cheek.