To Fight and To Fly

by Bethisjolllly

Fay is a 17 year old girl who for the last five years has struggled with self harm, one night a hallucination takes her to an island with sword fights and pirates and a strange boy. Trigger warning from the start. Also, please remember to review and follow because it makes me feel fluffy inside.

4. Chapter 4

The sea water stings my cuts making every stroke painful, Hook is still shouting after me but apparently refusing to enter the water.

I realise why as a hand wraps round my ankle, I feel myself disappearing slowly, drowning is by far the worst way to die, struggling to breathe, knowing you can't. It sucks, particularly when you do it to yourself.

I couldn't help but kick out, I struck something and swam up and away heading towards shallower waters. I crawled onto the sand, my arm stinging and I'm pretty sure one of the cuts on my thighs pulled open, blood soaked my leggings and stained the beach.

I started to push myself up, I couldn't collapse here, I need to find Peter.

A sword pushed into my neck.

"Stay," a boy with a strange accent and a smirk in his voice pins me to the floor with his threats.

"What... What do you want with me?" I'm struggling to talk now, I feel myself passing out but I press my hand on my thigh to stay awake.

"I want nothing from you, Pan wants you."

"Take me to him," I fail to hold on any longer and the world fades.