This week has been the same as the last few. Barley any food, mother is still close to dying, papa is still dead, and.... Troy, he died yesterday. I'm still the only one who's not dying in this house. In the town, only 15 people are still alive, including me.
Whenever mother isn't coughing up her own blood, I sleep, as does she. When I sleep, I dream. I love dreaming. I always dream of flying with with a boy around my age. His name is Peter. Him and I always fly to an island with other boys. There are not any girls there. The dreams seem so real. So.... Vivid. The island is called Neverland. It's always just me, Peter, and the other boys. I never want to leave but then after a while, Peter says mother needs my help. Then I wake up. I love mother, but I also love Neverland. It is an escape from this world. Away from the plague.
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Shadow
FantasyHave you ever wondered where Peter Pans shadow came from? Was it ripped off of him? Was the shadow an actual person before....?
