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Memories Lost
Six Months Later
"Mother! Father! I'm home!" Wendy closed the door behind her and took off her coat. Her parents appeared from the parlor with smiles on their faces.
"There's my little bride to be!" Her father smiled and gently kissed her forehead, while her mother took her coat and hung it up. "Are you ready for tomorrow?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." She gave them an exhausted smile before glancing around. "Do you know where Michael and John are? I promised to spend some time with them before tomorrow."
"Yes dear, they're in the nursery." Her mother put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't stay up too late with them. You need as much sleep as you can get, and it wouldn't do them any harm either."
"Yes Mother." She kissed both of her parents before heading upstairs.
The light in the nursery was still on, much to her delight. The final wedding plans had gone so late she was afraid they would already be asleep. As she approached the door, she heard a loud crash and John shouting. She flung it open to reveal her two younger brothers fighting with wooden "swords" and jumping back and forth from their two beds.
"Take that, you filthy scum!" Michael pressed his sword up against his brother's, a mock angry look on his face. John had the same expression, pushing back with all his might. A laugh escaped Wendy's throat, which caused both boys to look up.
"Wendy!" John cried, toppling over in his surprise. Michael fell on top of him, before scrambling up and running into his sisters open arms.
"Wendy, we haven't seen you at all lately!" Michael said as she kissed his cheek and set him down.
She sighed and took both of their hands. "I know. But I'm here now, aren't I?"
They both nodded and she drew them into a group hug. Then she stood up and clasped her hands together. "So? What would you like to do?"
Michael began jumping up and down in excitement. "A story!"
Wendy looked at him in confusion. "What?"
"Tell us a story!" He cried, finally ending his jumping phase.
"Oh, Wendy!" John was now equally as excited. "Do tell us a story. It's been a dreadfully long time since you have."
She smiled. "Oh, alright."
They both cheered before sitting down on John's bed. She cleared her throat. "What story would you like to hear?"
Michael looked at her as if she were crazy. "Peter Pan, of course!"
Now it was Wendy who returned the look. "What?"
Michael stood up. "Come on, Wendy. Tell us a story about Peter Pan! Tell us about Neverland and the mermaids and the Indians! Tell us about the time when Captain Hook got his hand cut off by the crocodile! Tell us about the pirates and the Jolly Roger! Tell us..."
"Michael, please!" Wendy sat him down and put her hands on his shoulders. "I-I really have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh Wendy, of course you do! We went to Neverland! We brought back the Lost Boys!" Michael took her hands off of his shoulders as she burst out laughing.
"The Lost Boys? Oh Michael, I thought you had outgrown calling our cousins by that name. It's so childish!"
"But it's true! They're not our cousins! They're the Lost Boys from Neverland! Don't you remember?" He turned to his brother. "John, help her remember."
John adjusted his glasses. "Actually Wendy, I think he's right. I do remember going to some place called Neverland..."
"Honestly John!" Wendy stared at him in disbelief. "You're fifteen! You know better than to put fantasies into Michael's head!"
"It's not a fantasy! It's the truth!" Michael stood up, getting quite angry now. "We did go to Neverland! I saw it! We fought Captain Hook! We defeated him! We visited the Indians! Why can't you remember?"
"Wendy..." John began, more sure of himself now. "I really do think..."
"Michael, this is nonsense! Indians? Fighting pirates? It's all just one of your silly games! You and John play them all the time, but it doesn't mean that it's real!"
"But this is real!" Wendy stood up, taken aback by Michael's boldness. "We DID see Peter! We flew away with him!"
"People can't fly Michael!" Wendy shouted at him. In fear of losing herself completely, she turned her back to him and started walking towards the door.
"You KISSED him!"
She stopped dead in her tracks.
"What did you say?"
She whirled around to see Michael breathing hard. "You kissed him, Wendy. I saw it."
John stood up and put a hand on Michael's shoulder. "I saw it too, Wendy."
She took in a shaky breath as her brothers stared at her. "I'm going to g-get ready f-for bed. Then I'll come back a-and tell you a-a..."
Her brother's knew immediately that they had made a terrible mistake.
"Aw, Wendy" John began. "We didn't mean to upset you..."
"No!" she cried. "No, it's not you. All this wedding planning has just..." She glanced at them before walking out the door so they couldn't see the tears streaming down her face. "Just get ready for bed."
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