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And fair warning: this one is a little dark/disturbing, you've been warned!
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Wendy sat on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest. She rocked back and forth slowly, hitting her back against her bed's frame. Her white dress hung limply around her thin form. Her usual bouncy curls somehow fell flat - overall giving her a very sickly appearance.
She hadn't spoken to anyone in weeks, instead she became firmly locked in her mind while trying her very best to lock the outside world out. She barely ate and rarely moved from the position she was currently in.
It all started after that fit of rage that Pan had experienced. He had threatened her and her brothers - and as far as she was concerned, he had succeed in following through on his threats.
His first decree: that she would have no other visitors besides himself. The Lost Boys were strictly forbidden from even being near her. His next ruthless punishment: he took away her books, leaving her nothing to amuse herself with.
Wendy had no idea what he had done to her brothers and she was too terrified to ask in case it incurred his wrath further upon them.
However, Wendy did not just meekly accept her new existence - she fought against it in her own unique way. She ate only the barest amount of food, perhaps in the back of her mind she hoped that if she continued to not eat she would just wither away. Her other form of resistance was just flat out ignoring Pan. Wendy would not speak to or acknowledge him which outraged him greatly.
She had retreated so deeply into herself so that she was practically numb to his bouts of anger. Wendy lived in her mind, sometimes reminiscing about times long past or making up new, impossible futures. It was during these musings that she began to wonder about her home.
Home. What a curious word, Wendy thought. She mulled it over in her mind - what did it truly mean to her? Was home where she had come from: her house in London? Was home wherever her family was? She had no idea where her brothers were right now - did that mean she didn't have a home?
Her contemplative thoughts continued: She had once considered the Lost Boys her family - did that make Neverland her home?
Wendy closed her eyes and tried to remember what her old house in London had looked like. She surprisingly wasn't even all that sad when she couldn't envision it - no matter how hard she tried. It felt to her as if the house had existed in another lifetime than the one she was currently living.
She next tried to visualize her brother's faces, which proved much simpler. However, she could only remember them as children; Wendy had no idea what they looked like now that they were all grown up. Tears prickled beneath her closed eyelids as she realized that she would probably never get to see them as adults.
With a deep breath, she cooled her emotions as a sea of numbness washed over her again. Wendy had learned that being emotionless felt better than trying to make sense of her situation.
She had no idea how long she stayed in this meditative state, just chanting the word 'home' over and over again in her mind. Eventually, the mental chants manifested itself into actual words. "Home...home...home..home…"
This is how Pan found her - he stood watching Wendy from her doorway as she rocked back and forth with her pretty little eyes shut while she whispered to herself.
Pan had had enough. For weeks now, he had been forced to watch his once vivacious Wendy turn into a shell of the person that she had been before. He knew deep down that it was his own fault, but naturally he refused to take the blame.
He truly missed the fire that had always burned beneath her outward demure appearance - now she was as cold as ice. His Wendy used to always fight back, even when she knew it would make him angrier. And now, looking down at the whimpering form that most definitely was not his Wendy, he made a very rash decision which was quite unlike himself.
With determined strides, he marched towards her. Pan gripped Wendy's arms in an iron grip and roughly forced her into a standing position. She looked distantly startled at the sudden movement - as if she were watching things unfold from far away.
Before he could rethink his ridiculous plan, Pan pulled his little Wendy to him and forced his lips upon her's - hoping for any sort of reaction. It took her a few moments to realize what was happening and once she did, she indignantly pushed the boy away from her with a snarl and wiped her lips furiously.
"How dare you! You - you, foul loathsome little cockroach!" She yelled, her once serene features morphing into pure rage. "I'm not some - some doll that you can just play with, you monster!" Wendy continued as all of her suppressed emotions starting rushing forth. She had built a sturdy wall against them but Pan's kiss had opened the floodgates and let everything spring forth.
Pan just smirked victoriously as she continued to rail against him. He had reignited that spark within Wendy that had always intrigued him - and he was reinforced in the thinking that she truly belonged to him, seeing as just one small kiss had broken that wall of numbness she had so studiously built around herself.
"You are wrong, darling." Pan whispered sardonically, his low, dangerous voice causing Wendy to momentarily stop yelling. "You are my little doll." He finished cruelly, with a dark smirk upon his lips and a wicked glint in the eyes that Wendy used to find so enchanting.
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