Okay so I tried to make this a longer chapter because the last few have been rather short because I have written them in my hour of free time. In case you are confused, after chapter 2, I switched POVs to Peter Pan's. I just thought it would create a good change for the story. Write me a review and let me know that you like the POV change I think you guys will really enjoy this chapter because I finally let you all know what happens to poor Wendy. It is again in Peter's POV starting where John and Wendy are arguing after her tussle with the teens from her school. Please review asap to let me know I should continue and update. If I get enough requests, I might post another chapter tonight!

Love to all my readers and of course, NEVER Grow Up.

Chapter 5:

Suddenly, Wendy jumped to her feet and was yelling something at her younger brother. The walls of the Darling house were too thick for me to make out what she was saying. Thinking quickly, I flew to the other side of the home and ducked under an open window sill on the roof.

"-THIS INSTANT!" Shouts Wendy as I catch the end remarks of her outburst. I wonder what she would be so upset at John about. After all, he was the one who had saved her from the most recent attack.

"Come on, Wendy! Admit, you wonder if he was real sometimes too." John yelled back. He. Was the guy they were referring to me? I swallow hard and feel a tear start to form in my eye. I had been away far too long; Wendy had forgotten me. I started to crawl away, not wanting to hear another harsh reminder of leaving Wendy alone.

I took one last glance at who used to be my Wendy and see her grab at something that was hanging around her neck loosely. My kiss. She still had it! The silver thimble was tied tightly around a matching silver chain.

I swiftly hurried back to my position under the window.

"No, I don't. I believe in him! I really do!" persisted Wendy. Her blue eyes, which were slightly closed in a sharp glare, sparkled with desire to speak her mind. Man, was she amazing. Her hair was messy and uncontrollable yet she looked like a brave warrior who only fought with her strong words. Her jaw was set slightly to the side in anger with her cigarette burning like her anger. Her fists were clenched as if she was considering taking a swing at her little brother.

"Ugh Wendy!," John throws his hands in the air," You don't get it?! If he is real then where is he?! Why hasn't he come back for you?! Face it, Wendy, Peter Pan is NOT real."

Not real. Not real! My chest scrunched in pain as if my heart had heard what John said. I let out a silent yelp of pain and tried to inch away from the window but the pain was too strong. I slipped on some rain water from earlier today and I ended up face down on the ground.

My ribs stung and my heart was still tightening in my chest. I rolled around unable to control my pain. John had hurt me and was blissfully unaware of it. Whenever someone says they don't believe in me, I feel awful pains and they don't stop unless they change their mind.

The fall from the roof had worsened my agony by a lot. I cry out then curse myself. I can't let anyone hear me.

"I think the yell came from over here!" I hear some people running to my aid. Damn, I feared this would happen. I prop myself up and manage to shakily fly to the roof. Hiding around the corner, I peeked at the concerned people. They were searching around the ground for anyone who looked like they needed attention. I chuckled quickly at their confused looks as they walked away.

Another round of pain came surging through my chest. I drop to the roof and cry into my arm. The pain is indescribable and unlike anything I had ever experienced. Unexpectedly, I hear John crying from the window. I glance in and hear him say, "I'm such a fool. You are real, Peter."

Instantly the pain in my heart ceases to exist yet I still feel the sting in my ribcage. Had he seen me? Is that what changed his mind? He was looking out at the stars, searching for Neverland, in the opposite direction of me. He sighs and lies down on the couch. He reaches out a hand a picks up a smashed cigarette from the ground and puts it in an ashtray along with his own. Was the crushed one Wendy's? Where had she run off to?

My accident had pulled me away from Wendy outburst and now I panicked to find her. She had left awfully upset. I had to find her. Assuming she took off for her room, I crawl to her window sill. As soon as I reached it, it suddenly flew open. I jumped and leapt to the top of the window so I could stay out of sight. Wendy's golden hair reached out and the wind blew it back. I could hear soft sniffles as if she had been crying.

Slowly, she crawls out on to the ledge and stands to her feet. What the hell was she thinking? She could die doing this. Wendy looks to the second star and sighs, "Oh, Peter."

I'm here, Wendy. Peters thinks to himself. I've always been here.

She starts to cry again and it scares me because she was starting to shake too much to keep her balance. This was my entire fault; I shouldn't have left her alone for so long. Tears swell in my eyes and I close them tightly to keep them inside. Her cries worsen and I open my eyes to make sure she is still maintaining her balance. Then all of a sudden, Wendy jumps.

My heart stops and my head spins but there is no time for that. Despite the harsh pain I still feel in my ribs, I know the pain of losing Wendy will hurt much MUCH more. Without another thought, I take off after her falling body. Flying faster than I ever have, I swoop down and catch her in my arms, moments before she could hit the concrete. However, I couldn't save myself from the impact of the rescue and before I could fly up the opposite direction, I crashed into the ground with Wendy in my arms.

"PETER!" is all I hear as I slip out of conciseness.