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.

9. Chapter 9

He raised an eyebrow and smirked at me. The arrow sat in his hand, just in front of his chest.

"You thought tha?"

My stomach hit the floor.

I wanted to save that boys life, I could have worked out how to get all of these boys home, this is my fault, this is fully my fault, crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.

My legs gave in beneath my and I hit a palm against my head.

Again.

Again.

Again.

I know this isn't helping the situation but I couldn't help it, that poor boy, all of them, stuck here with someone who finds them so dispensable. I'm stuck here too.

No.

Selfish.

Selfish.

Selfish.

Selfish.

I lean forward and throw my head at the tree but as I am about to strike I feel a hand behind my head.

My eyes spring open.

"What the Hell?"

Crap.

I get up and run off, although I'm sure he could follow me if he wanted to I am not in the mood.

In my wondering I end up stumbling up one of Pan's other camps, I tell a lost boy Felix sent me to help out - I know I'll be found out soon but right now I just want to sit.

My head is swimming with everything that has happened, I'm stuck here, my only rescuers are going to be killed by Peter - I can't even pretend that that isn't true.

I need to find another way out, another way off this island.

The pirate might help but I can't risk those waters again and it's unlikely he'd risk this island, I figure he's on the boat for a reason.

I'm not going to get anything done for now so I decide bed is the best idea.

I find an empty hammock and try to find some comfort in sleep.