A/N: YOU DO NOT TO READ THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO. TO CONTINUE TO THE CHAPTER SKIP TO THE *. It's occurred to me that some people might not know what A/N means. It means Author's Note (maybe I should call it A/R for Author's Rant...it's what I do.). It's my way of letting you know new about me and the story. It let's you know what's going through the creepy abyss called my brain. I also have theme songs...I'm weird...yea...Anyway this chapter was really dark for me to write. I tried to dredge up what Mari would be feeling. Don't worry the next chapter goes back to a more sarcastic and adventure like plot line. Oh, and I have accepted an O.C from my bff Flora911 (you can still submit, I suggest you do it like now because idk when I'll be able to add in more characters before I really get into my story. Be quick my friends. If you want to have a mermaid you have to send it in NOW if not there is no telling when I can put you in -.-). Her character will be introduced in chapter 6 or 7 (I'm thinking of 7). Thanks for reading my daily rant and my story. Oh and once again I'm sorry about the late posts but I have no idea when my wi-fi will be revived so I'm just writing chapters.
Mari's P.O.V.
What just happened? One minute I'm cooking dinner for the rest of the boys (which is probably burnt by now since Chestnut has absolutely no cooking skills.) and then the next I'm standing in front of Pan's door. Pan. Pan the angry, scary, and very blurry boy from my memory. Pan the boy with the sharp tongue. Pan the teenage boy who is nothing like what I used to read about in fairy tales. Pan the boy who isn't a fairy tale. But then again he can't be that bad, can he? He let me stay after all... Even though I haven't seen him since I've been coherent. A little smile curves around my lips. I can thank him properly now. And maybe he isn't really that...mean? Maybe I caught him on a bad day.
So I walk in all confident thinking I'm going to meet this happy go lucky Pan that is somewhat similar to the Pan of story books. Which of course does not happen ( I seem to have forgotten that my life is never easy...). Instead I walk into this rather large room that is very cold and empty besides this giant bed right in the middle. And no Pan. I try to close the door quietly (for once something goes my way and it slips closed without even a click.) and then turn to examine where I am. This room is very large. Not as big as the kitchen but still huge none the less. There are two doors on the opposing walls and two big doors (that are together like a bay window.) right in front of my across the room. His bed is shoved across the room to but not near the doors since there is enough space to keep some distance between them. Now I have never left the kitchen since coming here (which has been about a week, I guess? I was unconscious for some time according to Chessy...), so is this really what every room is like? If that's the case then I'd rather stay in the kitchen. In there it was warm, and there was always a fire crackling and something bubbling over the stove. It felt cozy and welcoming where as Pan's room seemed to be just like him. Cold and uninviting. Doesn't he need a fireplace? How does he stay warm? I glance at the bed and begin tip toeing toward it.
Now why am I tip toeing? I really don't know but this whole place just puts me on edge. I'm standing right in front of the bed and I've decided that that's the one and only thing I like about this room. It's giant and has this wonderful soft looking blankets covering. In fact several blankets. So that's how he keeps warm... Mind you now, I don't have a bed in the kitchen. Just old cloths placed strategically on the floor near the fire and stove so that I can keep warm and get up on occasion to stir whatever it is that I am cooking. So standing in front of this bug luxurious bed is making me very drowsy and I'm thinking of how I won't be sore when I wake up and my still fading bruises won't sting at every shift, when I get this creepy feeling that goes down my spine.
I whip around expecting to see Pan but no one is there. Hmm...maybe I've become slightly more paranoid then needed. I turn back around to the bed and stare at it some more. It looks so soft... If I just touch it he won't know... Just a slight rub. Tentatively I brush my fingertips on the covers and find that it's softer then I had even imagined. What was it made of?
The unmistakable sound of a closing door rips me away from my new best friend (that bed will forever be on my mind until I sleep in it I just know it!). I look up to find Pan staring blankly at me from the big double doors. He doesn't look angry but all fantasies of him being nice and sweet flee from my mind. For a little while we just stare at each other and I get the chance to really look at him (I might as well. I'm literally frozen with fear over what he is thinking. Which is what exactly?!). He has an unusually pale face (which I'm guessing comes from living underground. The other boys are kinda pale but not like this... This is vampire like.) and has this unbelievably thick pitch black curly hair framing his face. His eyes are this hard stone gray color and are framed with thick black lashes (why do boys always get the long lashes? It's not fair!). And that's what gets me. His eyes are gorgeous but completely unreadable. What was he thinking? What was he feeling? Was he mad? Frustrated? Couldn't care less?! I need to know (if he is mad I really need to know so that I can run. Just being in the same room with him it's becoming increasingly obvious that he is a man. And they can hurt you if you don't run fast enough. They hurt...Bad.). So I'm standing there like an utter idiot trying to understand what it is that I should be doing when he starts walking towards me. No! Now I know what I should be doing.
"Oh! Look, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have touched it but it just looked so soft and you know I don't have a bed- BUT THAT IS NOT A PROBLEM! I'M VERY THANKFUL FOR WHAT YOU GAVE ME!- but you know anyway I just thought maybe it wouldn't hurt to touch it right," I'm babbling as I stumble backwards and away from him, but he doesn't even seem fazed as he continues at the same pace towards me. Which just drives me further into a frenzy. "Right?! Nothing was hurt? Good, I thought so! I'll fix it if I did something wrong! I'm so so so sorry...Uh!" I bumped into something hard and as I turn my face sideways I realize it's the wall. Where do I go now? Turning back to him he is already right there in front of me. Just a few steps away from me. I feel the tears burn at the back of my eyes. Images of Jonathan flash before me, and then it's Pan...Just a few steps away from me... Arms length...Hands length...Fists length...
Pan's P.O.V
She was absolutely terrified. She sputtered out apologies as I walked still closer. She seemed so fragile...Why was she here? How did she make here to Neverland? When she bumps into my wall she just seemed to have a little mental break down. Dread was written all over her face. But when she saw me, tears filled her eyes. What was wrong with her? I tried to think of any encounter I had had with her and it had only been that one when she first came. I had been confused... I let my guard down and showed some emotion but was she really that afraid of me? I didn't think I came off that harsh. I walked a little closer.
"Please don't hurt me," Mari hoarsely whispered out. I froze in my tracks. Hurt her? Her head was tilted slightly downward, hiding her face in her hair's shadow. However, I could see the tears that were suspended on her lashes. I let my eyes follow the shadow downward to her collarbone. There was a dark bruise. As my eyes became adjusted to the shadows I noticed dark bruises everywhere, leaving trails across her neck and down her dress. What in the world...I moved closer to her until I could smell the smell of vanilla floating lightly off of her (That was a kitchen ingredient right?). She immediately whimpered and tried to push herself farther up against the wall. I pressed my fingertips against one of the bruises on her collarbone and watched her as she winced in pain.
"So this is why you came,"I murmured quietly. The tears began to slip freely down her face. I fought the urge to wipe them away. She had been abused. Involuntary anger churned in my chest. Who had the right to do something like this to her?! I tightened my jaw and grabbed her shoulders (causing another wince.) "Turn around." I ordered this as I turned her myself. I lifted up the bottom of her dress and she stiffened. Her legs were discolored and looked as if they hurt. Lumps the size of small plums were beginning to go down in size but it was obvious that they had been huge and had hurt. She sniffled a little and gasped for breath. Who could something like this...This was horrible. For the first time in a long time I felt the need to comfort someone. I gently turned her back around to face me and pushed her sleeves up. The same purplish bruises trailed up and down her arms. They were of varying shapes and sizes...Whoever did this used to different things to inflict pain...it was obvious he used his hands too. He. It had to be a man who did this, I can't imagine a girl having this much strength. This was why she was afraid of me...The closer I got to her the more panicked she had become. Now she just stood limply as I examined her wounds, crying quietly, avoiding my eyes...
"Who did this to you?" I questioned quietly while pulling her sleeves back and resting my hands on her shoulders. Mari just sniffled. Once again a wave of compassion flooded over me. She needs comfort, but I can't see how I can...I softly took her chin in my hand and lifted her face towards mine. "Who did this to you?" I repeated. She blinked a few times her dark brown eyes filled with sorrow.
"It doesn't matter anymore..." She muttered. For some reason she couldn't look me in the eye so she focused rather intensely on my forehead. I held in a sigh as I released her. There was no point in trying to talk to her about what had happened to her. Or about how she had got here. The Orb. I have to wait until she is more stable to talk to me. When the wounds on her heart aren't so fresh...
A/N: WTF! GRRRR!OMGGGGG! SO AGGRAVATED! OKAY I HAD MY END RANT ALL TYPED OUT AND THEN IT DELETED THE WHOLE FRIGGIN PARAGRAPH! ;[ I AM PO'd MAN! I AM SO PISSED OFF RIGHT NOW! GRRR! COS THAT'S NOT IT! I HAVE WRITTEN FOUR NEW CHAPTERS SINCE THE ONE THAT IS ALREADY ON FANFIC. MY FAVE CHAPTER WHICH IS NUMBER FOUR IS GONE! I HAVE TWO COPIES OF CHAPTER THREE BUT THE SECOND COPY HAS THE END RANT FOR CHAPTER FOUR. SO SOMEHOW EVERYTHING GOT MIXED UP AND SO ARE MY CHAPTER NUMBERS! I WENT ON VACATION EXPECTING MY WI-FI TO BE BACK UP WHEN I GOT BACK BUT NO SUCH LUCK! NOW I HAVE TO REWRITE A WHOLE CHAPTER! IT WON'T BE AS GOOD BECAUSE NOTHING IS EVER AS GOOD AS THE ORIGINAL AND NOW I HAVE/AM REWRITING MY END RANT! SERIOUSLY! THIS LAPTOP DOES NOT LIKE ME IT'S LIKE IT'S CURSED! NOW MY LOVELY PEOPLE WHO READ MY RANTS HAVE TO READ MY ANGER! I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE SO FAR IT WAS THE HARDEST TO WRITE! PRAY FOR ME! I'M ON THE EDGE DUDE! THEME SONG IS IF I EVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN BY BOYS II MEN. THINK OF IT AS PAN SINGING TO THE FIRST AND ONLY GIRL IN NEVERLAND BEFORE MARI (THAT WAS THE MOTHER) BUT NOW HE IS FALLING IN LOVE WITH MARI. HIS FEELINGS! whew...imma have a heart attack now...
LIFE ALERT TO THE RESCUE
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