Emily's POV

I turned around, my eyes following the old brick houses that lined down the street one after the other. The street looked so oddly familiar but each time I would try to remember where I am my mind would go blank. It felt like a long lost memory that I was hiding from myself. I carried my feet slowly up the long street watching curiously as I passed each house that held the same brick structure. I was only once I reached the top of the hill that I stopped walking.

I shifted my gaze away from the houses and followed the road as far as my eyes could see. There was no one around, no people, no cars, and no lights on in any of the houses…just deserted street. It was strange to the point that it was creepy. The neighbourhood was completely silent...

I almost stumbled back as a sudden beeping sound brought my attention down to the watch on my wrist. I stopped the set alarm and brought my wrist closer to my face so I could read the time.

2:50 pm

Once my eyes gazed over the numbers I felt a tingling sensation run through my body as if that time was set as a reminder that something was about to happen. I must have thought correctly as I noticed the headlights of a car approaching from the bottom of the hill. Once it drove closer I recognised the taxi sign written of top of the car roof. I stood to the side of the road waiting for the taxi to drive past but instead the screeching of car breaks filled my ears as the vehicle had pulled over and reached a sudden stop right in front of me.

My eyes widened as the taxi driver quickly opened the door. I went to take a step back thinking that the door would have hit me but instead it had swung open straight through my body. I gasped feeling my stomach drop as the heel of my foot stuck the gutter by the side of the road causing my body to fall back to the ground. Breathing heavily I reached my hand over my stomach where the door had passed through before watching as the middle aged man stepped out of the car completely ignoring that fact that his car door had just passed straight through me. I don't think he even noticed I was here.

I slowly got off the ground keeping my eyes locked on the driver who turned to the back door before glancing through the window of the back seat. He raised his hand to the glass and knocked against it. The passenger must have fallen asleep. The driver stepped back allowing the person seated in the back to stand out of the car causing my eyes to widen in shock, my lips partly shorty after. Her wavy light brown hair reached past her shoulders, as she rubbed her hazel eyes tiredly from sleeping.

I-It was me...

I pinched my arm as hard as I could as I continued to stare at myself. It can't be me, there's no way...it's not possible. Just like the taxi driver, I seemed to have no acknowledgement of my own existence as I watched myself turn to the driver. My mind was fighting to try and figure out what was real. I couldn't be dreaming; I surely would have woken up by now. I couldn't help but notice how different my appearance was. I looked so much younger, my frame was a whole lot smaller and thinner, yet my face held the same saddened look.

"Sorry, thank you for the ride."

I felt my mind put at rest in deciding what was real and what wasn't when I heard myself speak to driver before handing him the money. Even my voice sounded different.

"That's okay, have a good day ma'am." The diver said in a formal British accent.

I watched myself grab a firm hold of my suitcase before letting out an uneasy breath as we both watched the driver get back in the car before driving off down the long street. I slowly walked up to myself looking directly in my own troubled eyes. It was like looking into a mirror of my past memory. I watched as my eyes weren't looking into mine, they were spacing out, staring into the distance. I flinched as I watched myself walk through me with easy forgetting that I couldn't see myself. I am not going to get used to that.

I watched my own figure walk towards the front door of a house and as I followed to get a closer look I felt my stomach sync down to my feet.

This house...

Two stories, brown brick, white framed windows...it was like someone wanted me to relive what had happened to me two years ago.

I noticed myself walking inside the house. I contemplated on whether or not I should follow myself into the house or not. Perhaps I missed something the first time around and this time was my second chance. If this was all just a dream or another illusion then I wanted to spend every second asleep until I force myself to wake up for one reason only. I sprinted to the door and slipped through the frame before anyone could shut it. I turned around and looked up my eyes widening.

Oliver...

Will's POV

"Ben, we can't go there. You know what will happen if we do." I said as I pulled his arms back. "Pan will just punish us as well."

My eyes widened as Ben quickly turned away from the skull gate and faced me. His face was stiff eyes darkened as he clenched his jaw. Before I say anything Ben roughly grabbed my shirt and tackled me to the ground. My head swung back against the ground out of shock, leaving my vision to be slightly blurred for a moment as I looked up in confusion at Ben. He never acts like this unless something is really bothering him. His hands held a tight grip around the material of my shirt, but they soon began to tremble as he let out shaky uneven breaths and that's when I started to get really worried.

"Ben-"

"What are you doing?!" Ben shouted.

"What-" I whispered only for Ben to cut me off.

"The Will I know would do anything to save Emily! And now you're at Pan's feet just because of some stupid deal you made!" Ben shouted angrily, his glassy blue eyes staring down at me. "You have always protected the people you care about so what's stopping you now!"

I felt something tear slightly in my chest as I heard Ben's voice break.

"Ben, I don't have a choice!" I said back causing his eyes to narrow. "I made that deal with Pan to protect you all, not to hurt you! And if that means obeying Pan and getting hurt in the process to not get each one of you killed, then I'll gladly accept any deal with Pan!" I shouted back out of breath but my face soon fell as I noticed the hurt expression coving Ben's features.

"Don't say things like that." Ben said quietly as his saddened eyes looked down at the ground.

"It's the truth Ben, you, Ethan and Emily. You're my family and I will protect you by doing whatever it takes." I said sternly.

Ben's grip loosened against my shirt and he lowered his head.

"Is she gone?" Ben whispered, his voice breaking in the process.

My eyes widened at Ben's comment. I couldn't answer back...I didn't know what to say.

"Please Will, is Emily gone?" Ben begged.

My stomach turned in a knot.

I was so close to losing her once. I didn't want to even think about losing her again. With everything that's happened with Connor, my mind was trying to figure out if Pan had decided to kill her too. Emily broke Pan's top rule, not to escape from the island, if she really got as close as she did, then Pan maybe Pan didn't hold back this time. No...

"No." I spoke loudly making Ben jump from my sudden outburst.

I refuse to believe she's gone.

"Emily is still here, I know it. Pan is probably keeping her somewhere on the island." I said more to myself rather than Ben.

"She's going to be okay. We will see her soon; I'll make sure of it." I gave Ben a small smile and helped him up off the ground.

"Will, promise me that no matter what happens, you won't let Pan change who you really are." Ben said in a serious tone.

I smiled and nodded before wrapping my arm over Ben's shoulder.

"Come on; let's go see if we can find out where she is."

Ben smiled in agreement, "Sounds good to me."

Emily's POV

I pulled my knees closer to my chest as I sat at the top of the stair case watching myself, Oliver and Connor all sitting at the bottom steps listening to the two adults arguing in the kitchen. Hearing the same heartbreaking conversation for the second time made me want to run out of this house all over again. It was like re-living the same torturous moment.

"Connor is my only son; those other two mean nothing to me!" I heard the alcoholic yell from the kitchen. "Get rid of the girl, she does not belong here!"

I heard the familiar sound of a beer bottle smashing against the tiled floor leaving a lengthy silence to pass through the house, just as I remembered. I watched my head fall remembering how those words had hurt me. It was like someone never wanted me to forget that I didn't belong anywhere or with anyone…that I was to remain forever alone.

I heard someone curse under their breath before moving up the stairs. I looked up to see Oliver quickly walking up the stairs before passing through me. I felt a stinging sensation coat my eyes as I saw how broken he looked, as if someone had ripped the last remaining piece of belonging and replaced it with a hole of emptiness. I guess that makes two of us even if my younger self didn't know it yet.

Re-watching the time fly by for the second time was more painful than the first knowing the mistake I was about to make.

Watching myself walk into Connor's room strengthened that stinging sensation as I felt my throat closing in as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I wish I could scream out to stop myself from going in there but I couldn't talk, no matter how much I tried I would just hear silence. It was too painful to go in there so I waited at the top of the staircase, my grip tightening around my legs as I covered my face into my knees.

Soon enough I felt footsteps walking up the stairs and lifted my head to see myself walking up the stairs. I subconsciously reached my hand out to stop myself but only to once again be ignored and passed through. I could only watch as I stopped in front of Oliver's bedroom door. Please, no...I begged as I watched myself reached for the handle. I got up from the stairs and quickly bolted for the door but as soon as I reached out to hold myself back, my hand fell straight through my body, reminding me that I was not even here...that there was nothing I could do.

Will's POV

I walked up to Pan with my hands curled in a tight fist.

"I want to see Emily." I demanded.

Pan laughed and turned around before raising brow, clearly amused at my anger.

"Is that so?"

I didn't answer back, I only glared at Pan as he continued.

"I'm afraid that's breaking our deal. I'm sure you don't want me to banish you and your friends from ever seeing her again, do you?" Pan asked pretending to actually care about my choice.

I looked down at my feet and sighed.

"Is she alive?" I asked quietly.

"Only just, that's when she chooses to eat or not." Pan replied back without a hint of concern. "Even if I allowed you to see her, unfortunately for you, Emily doesn't want to talk to anyone."

My face fell as I looked up at Pan who only smirked.

"Don't worry, you will see her soon enough, when you both follow your punishment in four days."

I sighed and turned around to walk away only for Pan to stop me.

"Our deal has not changed, break it and you will be the one suffering the worst punishment. I'll make sure of it." Pan threatened.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before continuing to walk away from Pan.

Emily...what has he done to you.

Emily's POV

I couldn't help but let the tears I had been holding back fall from my eyes as I watched the same conversation that I had buried for so long now come right in front of my eyes. I flinched as I heard Oliver's loud shouts surround the small room.

"Did you seriously think you were helping me!" He snapped.

I watched myself slowly tremble as I made my way against the back wall.

"Mike was right. You don't belong here." Oliver said coldly.

A part of me that took so long to heal had just been broken again. I covered my hand to my mouth to stop myself from making any noise even though I knew no one could hear me. Silence filled the room and all I could hear was myself letting out unsteady breaths as I watched tears starting to fall from my eyes.

"Please, just get out." Oliver said as he turned to face his back to me.

I watched myself as my legs buckled a bit as I tried to make my way through the door. My younger self had left the room but I couldn't move…I couldn't leave. I leaned against the wall as tears fell from my eyes and cover my hand that muffled the cries I couldn't control from being let out. I can't take it anymore, I can't do this again.

"Oliver, I'm so sorry." I sobbed as I leaned my head back against the wall.

Tears began streaming uncontrollably down my face. I had to close my eyes to get them to stop but seemed like everything had stopped with I heard a voice speak softly had wasn't my own.

"Emily?"

My breath hitched and my eyes shot open to see Oliver facing me his shocked face mirroring mine. I wiped my eyes and blinked to make sure I wasn't imagining this. He can see me...

"Emily, I thought I'd never see you again." Oliver whispered.

I didn't answer back I just quickly ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. I didn't fall this time, I could really feel him; he was there and so was I…it was real. Oliver wrapped his arms tightly around me as I cried into his shoulder.

"I missed you so much." He breathed in relief as he pulled me closer.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. He was really here with me. He could see me. I can't believe I left him like this.

"I m-missed you too. I'm s-so sorry." I sobbed.

"It's okay Emily. I'm here, I'm right here with you." Oliver said soothingly, making me hold him closer, scared that if I let go now then he would be gone forever.

I finally calmed down and was soon breathing smooth calm breaths. I pulled away to look up at Oliver. His words rang through my ears.

"I'm right here with you..."

"How can you really be here if I'm not even here in the first place?" I questioned desperately.

Oliver smiled that warm smile that I have missed so much.

"You were always so smart." He said fondly.

I smiled but soon frowned when I noticed his sad expression.

"You're right Emily, I'm not really here. The truth is; this is all happening inside your head. None of this is real, it's just a memory that you're visiting in your dreams." Oliver said quietly.

I could hear my breaths becoming short again as I gripped onto him tightly.

"Please Oliver, stay with me. I can't go back there. I don't want to wake up; I don't want to leave you!" I pleaded.

Oliver cupped my face and looked me in the eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't be leaving just yet but I can't stay here. You and I both know that we don't belong here."

"But where will you go?" I asked not wanting him to be alone like I did.

Oliver's eyes focused on me and his tone fell serious. "Don't worry about me. You need to make sure you never cross paths with that shadow."

I looked up at him with confusion. "H-How do you know about that?" I questioned.

"You might have a chance to save yourself but your running out of time. If you want to stop yourself from ever going to Neverland then you need to run now!" Oliver said quickly.

I gave myself a moment to really think over what he said. Oliver was right; maybe if I could stop myself from ever crossing paths with the shadow then I could stop myself from leaving this world. I knew I had to go now if this was going to work but the thought of leaving him here on his own with these people made my heart feel like it was tearing apart. I quickly shared one last hug with Oliver before running to his bedroom door. Before I could take a step out I looked back to him.

"Will I ever see you again?" I asked.

Oliver smiled, "This may be a dream, but I promise you Emily. I promise, I will see you again, in this world...or another."

I nodded and smiled at Oliver, giving him one last look before running down the hallway of rooms and down the stairs as fast as I could. I looked at the front door of the house to see it wide open meaning that I must have already run out. Was I too late?

No. I can't be. I have to save myself.

I ran out of the house and out of the front yard until I was on the road. I took off sprinting through the cold night air as it hit against my face making me squint from the wind. I ran down the street, allowing only the dim street lights to guild me down the road. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me until my lungs felt like they were about to burst.

I ignored the pain and re-trailed my footsteps remembering the same street and houses. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see myself stop running in the distance. I felt a gush of wind pick up quickly and that was my drive to run as fast as I could. I was so close. I could see myself standing in the middle of the road. Just as I remembered, another gush of wind rushed passed me stronger than the last strike. It was slowing me down. I was only a couple of steps away when I saw the shadow flying down.

"Emily!" I yelled for myself to somehow get my attention but I still couldn't be heard.

"Emily run!" I yelled louder using whatever breath I had left. I was desperately hoping that there could be at least some way I could hear but it wasn't enough.

I watched in shock as the shadow swooped down faster than I could think of what to do next. I reached out to grab my hand but the shadow lifted myself up into the air before I could get a chance.

I didn't make it in time…

I could hear my screams slowly fading away until they vanished into the night. I was too late. My only chance to live another life was gone. I could have saved myself from being taken to Neverland. I could have helped get Oliver out of that house.

Now that was all gone.

"I told you there's no escaping off my island."

I froze and turned around to see Pan standing in the dark. He walked in front of me with a smirk spread across his face, his green eyes gleaming.

"You're mine."

I woke up with a jolt, instantly grabbing hold of the cage bars as my eyes looked around at the jungle that surrounded me. Tears instantly fell from my eyes.

I never left...

There was no escape.

I was going to be trapped on the island forever.