The Lost Boys Ch.3

"Aw c'mon cheer up." I crossed my arms as he started flying around in circles.

"There, happy?" I put a fake smile on my face. "So Peter, where we at?"

"We're in Neverland!" he said joyously. "There are a few friends I want you to meet." He grabbed my arm and flung me on his back again, as he glided to this tree trunk and dropped me, yet again.

I landed on my ass, ouch.

"Lost boys, this is Yuna, and she'll be our new mother!" Peter sat down anxiously with the other children in ridiculous costumes.

"Tell us a story!" they all said in harmony.

Let me tell ya, I'm not a good storyteller. All I've known is sadness for the last five years of my life. I can barely remember those good old days when daddy was alive. A lone tear rolled down my cheek as I sat on the floor thinking about the five years of abuse and rape I've been through. Those boys won't probably understand or even know what those words mean. How can Peter and these kids trust me easily? I might end up getting hurt again. How much could my poor heart take? Jesus, now I feel like a fucking emo crying for no damn reason.

"Are you ok Yuna?" Peter asked concerned.

"Fine!" I hastily wiped my tears away. " I just need fresh air." I ran out quickly.

I'd shown my weak side. My song is called "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. That's the basic story of my life. I just out of nowhere sung the chorus.

Through the wind and the rain

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can't rise above

But her dreams give her wings

And she flies to a place where she's loved

Concrete angel

Peter's POV

Girls, they're a real mystery. I mean, Wendy wasn't even like that at all. As I flew around, I heard a voice and a good one at that. I followed it and to my surprise, it was Yuna singing.

"Why'd ya stop?" I asked when she finally noticed my presence.

"How long were you there?" she gave me a cold, curious look.

"Long enough," I took my seat next to her. "You sing good by the way."

"Thanks, I guess." A small smile crept onto her face.

"You look better when you smile."

"Nah, I feel much better. Look, I'm not really the story-type ok. I'm more of a music person."

"What instrument do you play?" I asked out of curiousity.

"Piano and guitar, on top of singing." She looked truly happy for the first time.

The Lost Boys fell out of the trees.

"You guys think you're slick ey?" a mischievous look was in Yuna's eyes.