Chapter Seven - Images
A week. I've been here a week. The week has been strange. Lately Pan has been off and on about demeanor. Sometimes he is really nice, sometimes he is cold and rude. He's Pan; what can I expect?
I walk to the treehouse, my heart beating fast. Pan told to go here; he has a "present" waiting for me. What could it be? I walk, my boots crunching the leaves under me. I climb up the ladder, to see someone I thought I'd never see again. "Sami! Oh my God!" I run into my best friend's arms. We embrace for a few minutes, then we pull away.
Sami grins. "Sit. We have much to discuss."
I laugh and sit down on the bed. "Told you I'd keep my promise."
"That you did! Really, Sam? Pan?"
"I know. I expected good Peter, but whatever. And it's not like I really have a choice. He just showed up in my bedroom and pulled me into a portal."
"Sounds like him. He came and told me you were here and wanted me with you."
"Yeah.." I pull a few strands of hair behind my ear. "He is so frustrating lately. He has this secret about why I'm so special and he won't tell me. Not yet, at least."
"Ha! That's Pan for you. What did you expect?"
"I dunno. And he switches between being super nice and being a jerk."
"Again, that's Pan. So, this is the famous treehouse?"
I smile. "Yeah. I hang out in here a lot. It's my favorite place. I've been sleeping in here the past few days."
"Just like Wendy Darling. Look at you, you're like the next Wendy."
"Well, at least I'm not locked in a cage like she was."
"True." Suddenly I see flashes of faces. A girl with brunette curls. Wendy! And Pan talking to her. He looks smug, but no words are formed. Just images. I stumble, pressing my hand against the wall for support.
"Dude, you okay?" Sami looks at me.
"Yeah." I say through ragged breaths. "I'm fine."