Sewing Shadows

by ThatRandomPJOFangirl

Jessica Addams doesn't feel loved. All her parents do is fight, and she just wants to make beautiful music. But singing her song "Believe" brings her to Neverland, where she is thrown at the feet of Peter Pan. If Wendy couldn't sew his shadow back on, can she? Set in a world where the Once Upon A Time storyline hasn't happened yet.

3. Chapter 3

Jessica imagined that this was what it felt like to travel in an ocean current. There was no feeling in her limbs, and she was shivering. The air seemed to form a tube around them, binding them into this speeding compartment. Jess tried several times to move, but whenever her hand reached the edge of her oxygenated prison, it was snapped backwards, like sticking your arm out the window of a speeding car.

They reached the blob of land she'd seen in the distance a few hours before sunrise. Jessica knew of course that they were heading towards this island, but nevertheless she was shocked when the shadow dove into the forest. Branches and vines whipped at her arms, legs and face, leaving stinging red marks all over her body. The jungle began to thin out, and soon they reached a massive circular clearing, with tall wooden fencing surrounding whatever was inside. The shadow dropped Jess directly in front of the gate. She hit the ground hard and cried out, which she instantly knew was a mistake. The noiseless jungle seemed to get even quieter. With a sob of anguish, Jessica dropped her head and cried into the dirt. Perhaps two minutes later she heard a woosh come from behind her. Jess began to lift her head but before she knew it, it was slammed down again by something above her.

"Call Pan!" said a young British voice. It was then that Jessica realized the force on her head was the foot of the voice. Jess wasn't a particular girl, but there were certain things she thought were simply uncivilized. Including having someone's shoe stuck in your clean hair. "Get the bloody hell off me!" Jess said, and swatted upwards, connecting with a leg. She pulled the leg and stood up when she heard a body fall next to her. Lying at her feet was a 12-ish boy with mousy brown hair and ragged clothes. He was glaring up at her.

"Now, what do we have here!"

Jess whirled around to face a young man with a round face and a pleasant smile. The smile, however, did not reach his eyes. She did not trust this man.

There were circles under his eyes, and his hair was tousled. Jess imagined him running his hands through that hair, pulling at it while he yelled.

"Welcome to Neverland!"