"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Peter!"
I felt the air force itself up out of my stomach, out of my lungs, and fall on deaf ears as I free fell back to Neverland.
My hands grasped aimlessly as I tried to save myself.
"Help! Peter!"
The red haired boy laughed heartily, clutching his belly.
"You are too funny! Just relax and go with it!"
If my eyes could widen any further, they would pop out of my skull.
"You are f****ing insane! Help me!"
"You'll never fly that way! You need to think happy thoughts!" He said as if it were really nothing at all.
"What! How the hell do you expect me to do that!"
Peter guffawed anew. This was one big game for him. Just one big hilarious joke. Oh yes, let us all laugh at me as I plummet to my untimely death. It didn't matter at all to him that once I hit the ground that was it. I didn't get another life to play next turn.
I felt the familiar darkness blur my vision. I knew what was happening, the nausea, the hot and cold flashes. I always got this way whenever I saw needles, I.V's, whacked my ankle or shin with something. I was numb to my white dress whipping my legs. My head became light and my hearing dulled. I felt my heart pound so swiftly in my chest that I thought it stopped beating. I was fainting in mid-air. My life did not flash before my eyes though, they lied! Same thing with that cake my friends talk about. My voice left me and in that instant, I thought for sure I was going to die.
"You're no fun to play with if you give up."
Peter's garbled voice told me. I never hit the ground, but I was pulled into a firm chest and taken to a place I had never been.