WANTED{EDITING}

Chapter 23

I woke up in a dark room, with a wet cloth on my head.
"Mom? Dad?" I called. "Peter?"

The room lit up suddenly, making me close my eyes to avoid being blinded.

"Alanna? You're awake!" I heard my mothers voice.
Regina ran to my bedside.

"Yeah. I just woke up." I said, and took the cloth off my head. "What happened?"

"You've been in a coma! For 2 years." My father said.

"A-a coma?" I stammered. "How?"

"We found you in the dungeon." Regina was crying hard. "Passed out next to that boy with green eyes....Robin, what was his name?"

"Peter." He said.

"Oh right. When we tried to ask him what happened, he was silent."

"Peter?" I asked. "Peter Pan?"

Robin looked at me. "Alanna? Are you feeling okay? Peter Pan is a fairytale."

"W-what?"

"The boy in the dungeon is just a normal thief....Peter... Legend. I do believe."

"Peter legend?" I repeated, and held my head.

Regina laughed and hugged me. "Peter Pan? Where did you get such a ridiculous idea?"

I looked at her. "He's the most wanted person in the enchanted forest."

"Enchanted forest? Alanna, this is Brooklyn New York." My father said.

"New York?"

He nodded.
"Maybe....maybe you should lay down."

My head spun. What was going on?
We didn't live in New York.

Since when did my mother dress so strange?
Since when did my dad wear a suit?
I thought back to the last thing peter said to me.

He ripped my shadow... And told me I was coming home.

This wasn't home....it was a version of home... But it wasn't real.
I closed my eyes.

Maybe it was a version of reality. One that I would like better than I had.

Maybe, he was feeding off my magic as I thought about all of this.....

And maybe, I was dying.
This was all in my head, and I was tied up somewhere...slowly decaying until I was useless to him.

I shivered.
This was going to be a long night.

"Mom?"

"Yes kid?"

"Can I see a picture of Peter Legend?"

She nodded, and pulled one up on her phone.

Pans cold eyes stared at me, into my soul, and beyond.
He was alive, and in this realm.

This was all his fault.
Tomorrow I would go to him.
Tomorrow, I would yell at him.
And tomorrow, I would kill him.