I Am His Unhappy Thought
Those Who You Think Hate You Most Definatley Don't
"Where have you been? I sent Michael out to look for you, but you were no where to be found. I was so worried. Tell me where you were." My mother yelled, but that was not what was on my mind.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I whispered.
"Tell you? Tell you what?"
I jumped up off the bed so that I was closer to her, "Tell me that my father was dead. Killed. Eaten by a bloody beast. Why did you lie? You liar. You never cared about me. If you did you would have told me," I let a tear drop and whispered, "but you don't." I then ran off the boat which had been put on land. I ran to the one spot that could calm my nerves. The Waterfall.
I sat down on a rock and soon was splashed with water. Mermaids. They may be terrible mysterious creatures, but I like them as long as I'm on dry land and their in the water.
I started to talk to them. I had always knew there language, seeing as how my great grandmother was half mermaid.
"Hello Princess."
"Hello Evania."
"I see you have found Peter Pan."
"Yes, and you do not know how much I despise of him. I could almost say I hate him. He says he didn't kill my father, but he helped. He so bloody lucky I don't have a rifle."
"You might hate him; Princess, but I can't say he feels the same." I didn't really pay attention to what she said, I was mad at Peter Pan and my mother;
"I mean who does he think he is?"
"He thinks he's standing right behind you." This was not the soft, seductive voice of Evania of who had let out a screech and fled. It was the voice of a male. A male I hate oh-so-much
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked him without turning towards him.
"Long enough to know that you hate me."
"That much was obvious." I mumbled.
"Why?"
"You killed my father or helped at least."
"Yes, but it was his fault. He's the one who wanted to kill me for God knows what and all I did was wish to never grow up." I had turned around towards him. "I just wish you wouldn't hate me"
"Well, how would you feel if I killed you mother or father." He jumped on top of me, dagger to my throat.
"Don't ever talk about my parents like that." He threatened.
"Why not? You're the one who ran away from them to never grow up. Even dearest Wendy wanted to grow up. And the only kiss you ever got was from her so try growing up now." I had pushed a button because he had a look of pure murder on his face.
I thought he would hit me, but he did the exact opposite he kissed me, but only for a brief moment, only brushing his lips over my cheek. I was so shocked I didn't move from my position when he was getting off of me.
As he was about to fly off he mumbled to himself, "Now I also kissed you, Princess." But I had heard him.
The room was white. Everything was white. Then the surroundings changed and I was walking on a beach looking out at the sea. It changed again and now I was on a cliff. Minutes went by that felt like an eternity, just me standing at the tip of the cliff, and then I felt two arms rap around me.
"Princess, I love you" His voice was so familiar, but I couldn't see his face.
I opened my eyes cold sweat droplets forming on my head. It was a very weird dream. Around here dreams are dreamt for a reason...one that shall soon be revealed. I got up out of bed and dismissed the thought out of my mind.
I dressed in my trousers and a button up shirt. I was thinking of going to talk things out with my mother, but decided against it.
As soon as I started tying my other boot Michael walked in.
Michael is a year older than me, sixteen. He was once a Lost Boy, but he wanted to be a pirate. He pretty much begged my mother to let him on board, and so she did. My mother always said he had a crush on me, but he never really showed it.
"Good day isn't it, Lyanna."
"Sure." I muttered.
"A fine day to go swimming?"
"Maybe later." I finished putting my boot on and stood walking past him and out of my room.
"Where are you going?"
"Away, Michael."
He stood in front of me blocking my way from passing him in the small passage way. "Where is away."
"Move, deck scrubber." I was getting irritated.
"Or else?"
"I'll divorce you."
He stood there dumbstruck, "We aren't married"
"Divorce is a Latin word for ripping out a man's genitals through his wallet so I suggest you move. You dolt!" He moved out of my way when another pirate, Jacob. He was another youngon' on the boat, besides me and Michael.
Jacob was found drifting out on sea on a piece of wood. I always liked him best. He's only a month older than me and he teases me for it.
"Good mourning, Jacob." I greeted.
"Afternoon." I flushed seeing as how I woke up late. He was going in the opposite direction I was going in so I sighed and finally pushed past Michael reaching the main deck.
I sat down against the tree, happy I went out. I drank from the small spring. I just sat there questioning about everything. I thought about Peter Awful Pan, about Jacob, about my mother, and lastly about my father.
It wasn't long until I heard the crack of a twig snapping under someone's foot.
"Someone's watching me." I murmured. "Who's there? Tell me before I cut your fingers off." There was rustling from behind the berry bush. "Alright just come out, already, I know you're behind the berry bush. I don't want to hurt you."
It was that boy that was poking my clothes the day before I met Peter. I stood and held out my hand.
"I know before I was sort of rude, but my name is Lyanna." He shook my hand reluctantly and replied, "I know."
"You do." I let go and raised an eyebrow.
"Peter keeps talking about you."
"Pan? What would he want with me?"
"He wants to-to-. It's a big secret." He said starting to back away from me.
"Oh really?" Then he ran and I looked for my dagger to throw at him, but it wasn't there. "You little bugger. Come back."
I shortly saw him run into a little house thing.
Quick Author Note: Remember in the beginning when I said he grew a little like Lyanna? Well he matured, too. He's like a hormone teenager, but a little childish. If requested I will post a one shot on what happened to make them grow older.