"Wendy."
Wendy rolled in her sleep. The blankets were stifling her, wrapping around her neck and choking her without intention.
"Wendy... Why are you letting him do this to you?"
She groaned before mumbling something unrecognizable under her breath.
"This is not the Wendy I knew."
She rolled into the bars of her bed with a loud thump. Her arm shoved in between the bars and her toe nails made a loud scraping against the rusted metal.
"Wendy..." The voice sounded as if it was sitting right next to her, desperately trying to wake her from a nightmare she couldn't escape.
"Wendy!"
She slammed into the bars again, a loud creaking shook the bed as the rusted bars finally folded after ten years of Wendy's night terrors.
The bars scraped into her back as she fell from the ceiling to the floor where she spent her nights bleeding; Where she lay bleeding now.
Her eyes fluttered open, she could almost make out a shadow on her wall and fingertips sweeping the bloodied hair from her cheeks.
"Why are you letting him hurt the only girl I ever loved?"
"Peter!" She wailed as she jolted from the floor.
"Peter?"
Wendy touched her face, it was wet with blood. She did her best to stand, her knees weak from the fall and losing blood fast.
She slumped the the bathroom to examine her wounds, eyes widening in terror as she saw the blood running from her back and stomach.
The wounds were cosmetic. The word that the blood was forming on her stomach was far more... shocking.
"Neverland."
"And that was it. It was there, he was there. I'm not crazy." Wendy told the man in the desk.
Wendy had been seeing a psychiatrist for quite some time now, but James Hooke was by far the best she'd had.
"Do you feel like this could be some kind of coping mechanism, some kind of way to speak to the loved one you lost?" He asked sternly
"No, really, Peter was there, in my room. Telling me to leave my boyfriend and come to neverland."
"And where exactly is this- Neverland, Wendy?"
Wendy paused. Anything she said now already sounded crazy.
"Wendy?"
She shrugged. How was she supposed to believe she wouldn't be committed right now if she told him that Neverland is where all the dead kids go? That would be ridiculous.
"Canada, maybe." Wendy laughed.
"So you're going to run to Canada to be with your deceased boyfriend?" the doctor asked.
"I guess I am." Wendy shrugged. "Welp. Times up."
She smiled as she stood.
"Thanks Doc."
"Wendy! We still have 20 minutes!"
"No, really. I feel much better. Thanks." She waved as she walked out the door and out the building.
Lily had come to expect her appointments running short and was waiting in the parking lot with a pack of the clove cigarettes she loved and a pack of the cowboy killers Wendy so desperately needed after her appointments.
Wendy hopped in the car and slammed the door.
"That bad?" Lily smiled, offering her a lighter.
"He thinks I'm crazy." Wendy lit her cigarette and took a drag before she caught sight of a figure in the rear view mirror.
A boy, with sandy blonde hair and green eyes like emeralds.
"You are crazy." Peter laughed as Wendy dropped her cigarette into her lap.
"Wendy! Are you okay?" Lily did her best to pat out the embers on her lap.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine, lets just get out of here..."
Okay! Well. Sorry about the fuckery.
Kind of off to see the wizard right now.
Love you all.
Leave me some love!
MXM