Written for the Neal Cassidy/Baelfire Appreciation Week.
Day 1. Favorite Arc: Neverland
Trapped
He was screaming. Screaming for his father, begging him to come with him.
Coward! You promised!
After all these years? After all those problems he got himself into just because he was defending him? Every punch he received every time he didn't want to accept the truth. His father wasn't a coward, he came home to him, and that was all that mattered. But now, he could only see green but he knew his face was red.
Liar. He lied to himself. His father wasn't only a coward, he was selfish, heartless. He only cared about himself.
And then, his father lightened the grip (he didn't know if it was his imagination, but did his father's mouth looked like a smirk?) And he fell and fell. The darkness consumed his mind.
Baelfire woke up.
He groaned at the same time he rubbed his eyes. Even if the cave was pretty dark, in the distance he could hear the birdsong indicating that the sun had risen.
What was he supposed to do?
He had run away from the camp last night. Again. He hated to sound of boys crying for their parents and Peter didn't seem to mind if he was there or not as long as he returned in the morning. But he didn't want to return.
Yes, many of the lost boys were his friends (mostly the ones the shadow took against their will) but Pan's games were too much. The only person who enjoyed them was him. There wasn't a day in which someone didn't end up with a scar or scrape. Bae had just needed two weeks to realize that Peter Pan was an evil, cruel demon disguised as a teenager.
When he learned about his magic pipes and how he manipulated other's people feelings he knew they were just toys. Toys in his stupid, stupid game.
Why he did it? He didn't know. But he wanted answers and he wanted to go home.
Home.
Where exactly was that?
A long time ago he would've said with his father. In their humble shack, where could spend his entire day watching his papa spinning wool until it transformed into a beautiful piece of cloth, or where he could run with Morraine in the forest playing hide and seek. But that home was gone so many years ago.
Was it with the Darlings? In London?
Yes.
But how much time had passed since he was there? Months? Years? Did they still even remember him? What if…what if…he had been here for a long, long time and they were…
He didn't wanted to finish that thought.
Baelfire needed to focus on something else. One of his friends, Curly, had asked him if they were going to be here forever, playing and dancing around the fire with no purposes in life. Well, that was a painful punch in Baelfire's gut. Since he was a little boy, he had wanted to do something important, to make a difference. Maybe because he wanted to prove that he wasn't destined to failure. Maybe he just wanted to shut the mouths of his bullies.
And then, he knew what he needed to do. It didn't matter if he didn't have a family to return anymore. He was going to find a way out of the island.
He couldn't save his father, yet he saved Wendy's family and now he was going to save his friends.
He was a lost boy, but that didn't mean he was Pan's lost boy.
A/N: I'm sorry! I know is too short. Not my best.