“When ones life seems like it is falling to pieces, they find refuge under the shadow of Peter Pan.” Molly thought about the quote that she saw online as she stood in front of the lifeless corpse that lay before her in a casket vibrantly decorated with red and white roses. It didn’t even seem like it was her mother that she was looking at, her brain couldn’t process the thought.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Just a week ago her heart melted whenever she read that line of text but at this moment it seemed like such foolishness. To die would not be an adventure; it would be full of pain. At least, that’s how it had been for her mother.
She had been in her History class when she got a call slip from the counselor’s office at her school. When she arrived to her counselor’s office he told her, “Your mother has been in a horrible accident.”
She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the playback that had been running through her head all day and all night. Well, not all night, it had stopped once in time for her to sleep long enough to have her nightmare. But, this time it was different. While she was hanging there, calling for help, her mother appeared and right before she grabbed her hand, *poof* she disintegrated.
She squeezed her eyes again to stop from thinking about her mother but it wouldn’t work.
“She was driving down the highway on her way to work when a drunk driver who was driving in the wrong lane plowed into the passenger seat. The blow was strong enough to cause her car to ram through the barriers on the side of the road. Her car rolled down a hill, then into a pond.”
Her counselor hadn’t spared any details whatsoever and Molly was glad for that. It meant that she wouldn’t have to hear that story from her father, who was probably a wreck.
Aubree went up to Molly and put her arm around her shoulder but Molly just stood there motionless, with a blank expression on her face.
“Moll, your mom was a great person, and she’s in a better place now. I’m so sorry, I’m right here if you need me.”
She walked away to join a small group of Molly’s friends that had tried to approach her earlier.
Molly stayed like that the entire day; not saying anything, not responding to anything, she just stood there, with that same look of despair on her face.
She sat on her bed that night, not able to sleep even though she wanted to so badly. She couldn’t even work up the effort to get off of her bed and get Peter Pan and Wendy from her bookshelf.
There was a soft knock on the door. Without waiting to be invited in, her father walked into the room with a plate of lasagna.
“I brought you some dinner,” he said quietly, “I haven’t seen you eat all day.”
“I’m not hungry.” Was her response, it was the first thing she had said all day.
“Are you sure? You really should eat something, we have so much lasagna in the kitchen it’s not even funny-“
“It’s your fault,” she said so quietly that her father barely heard her.
“What? I-uh-well I didn’t make all that lasagna if that’s what you mean. Mrs. Barker and Mrs. Calhoon and Mrs. Falhert and-“
“You killed her,” a tear ran down her cheek.
He sat the plate of food on her hope chest at the foot of her bed and sat next her, putting his arm around her. “Honey-I-“
She swatted his arm away and stood up.
“You killed her!” she yelled, pointing her father in the face.
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Neverland
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