The Monster Under My Bed • Peter Pan, Once Upon A Time •

Chapter 8

"Corey?" I screamed. "Adelaide I'm sorry!" He tried to reach for me.

When I ran forwards, I dropped Willow, but I didn't acknowledge it and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

But then he was completely gone, pulled away, and I fell backwards. I was alone.

"Corey!" I cried again. "Corey.." I wailed, yet it was at a lower volume the second time around. My brother was gone. I didn't think I'd ever see him again.

I just sat there and wailed, and screamed and cried my heart out. Picture a five-year-old just in the middle of the dark woods, in a dirty pair of pyjamas and tangled blond hair; just straight out wailing.

Eventually I decided to stand up and see if I could find Willow. I searched the forest floor and found her. Now she was covered in mud. I think I dropped her in a puddle.

Where am I?

"Mommy? Daddy?" I called, my crying not as audible as it was before, since I suppressed it so I could speak.

Great, now I have to find my way to mommy and daddy without Corey.

"Hello?" I called. I started walking, trying to find my way home. "Hellooooo?" I called again, my crying coming out as wet gasps for air.

As I stumbled along in the woods, my foot got caught in a tree root, causing me to fall forwards onto the cold, hard ground.

I'd had enough. I burst out crying again, holding onto Willow.

"Corey!" I wailed, dragging out his name.

I sat there for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes.

Then, suddenly, there was a twig snap, and footprints were crunching behind me.

"W-who's there?" I asked, terrified that a werewolf might come and eat me.

Standing up, I spun in a very slow circle. It was pitch black, I don't know what I was thinking. Well, what any 5-year old  would think:

"C-Corey?"

"I'm not Corey," A voice rang out. A voice with a heavy accent, might I add. When I finished my circle I jumped to see someone standing in front of me. He took a step forwards and I hoped back a little. "Don't be scared." He said softly. I stared at him. He looked like he would be friendly in the light. But  in the dark he looked scary.

I'm 5, I'll trust anyone I meet if they can help me back home.

"Who are you?" I asked.

A small grin grew on his face.

"I'm Peter, Peter Pan," he knelt down whilst saying so, so that he was closer to me in height.

"C-can you help me Peter?" I murmured. "I'm lost," I sobbed, letting out a little hiccup from swallowing too much air.

Something danced in his eyes, that I could see so clearly, something that made him grin as I said the word lost.

"So you're a little lost girl?" He asked.

I nodded slowly. He chuckled and put his hand on my back when I hesitantly walked closer to him.