Written by me:
I lay on the rock, my right hand a few meters away from me. The loss of blood from my cut off hand was causing everything around me to sway, fade in and out, and blur around the edges. No thought was coherent except that my once hero and role-model was now my enemy. That I hated Peter Pan and I wanted revenge.
He would have been back to the tree house by then, coming up with a story to excuse my absence, or maybe he wiped the lost boys memories of me. I didn't remember any other lost boys besides the one there now.
The lost boys.
I opened my eyes. I had to get them out of there, I thought, together we can defeat Peter and-
My eyes flicked to balls of lights floating towards me. They were all different colors but I focused on the red one near my right arm. Before it touched my gash, I could see the tiny man giving off the red light.
"AHH!" I yelled out in pain as several more fairies covered my gash, touching and pulling at it. "STOP!" I gasped, tears fell and my whole body was shaking. I yelled out again as fairies move from my hand to my head. "Get away from me!" I closed my eyes because of the bright light. I thrashed around to get rid of the fairies, but they used their powers to stun me. "Nibs! Curly! HELP!" I called out for all of the lost boys. "Curly, Twins!" Reality was slipping away from me, I couldn't make words so I just screamed till I was horse. I continued to try to get rid of the bloody fairies till I blacked out.
My last thought being: I hate Peter Pan.
