Finding Neverland // Peter Pan X Reader (editing)

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V

Morning in Neverland has always been too chilly for my liking, but today,  instead of waking up from shivering to death, my body had irrupted itself in warmness. At first, my mind couldn't answer the question 'why?' but soon the movement of the source of warmth woke me up completely and I remembered previous night and who I fell asleep with.

''Finally, you're awake. I thought you never would. Kind of disappointed if we speak truth.'' The body underneath me vibrated with every word he spoke. His heartbeat was very slow, almost silent but I still could hear it beating, but the morning voice the words were spoken with became the reason of the color appearing on my cheeks. 

''Good morning to you too.'' I spoke with my mouth almost closed, didn't want my hoarse voice to ruin the warm morning.

''Get up now.'' He snapped oh, so politely and pushed my body away from his.

I rolled on the side, almost falling of because of the size my bed is. 

''How long have you been awake?'' I asked the boy who changed his position from laying down to standing up.

He looked down at me and smirked.

''At first, you woke me up by snoring, then I put a spell on you so you would shut up, you did but I couldn't go back to sleep so I was awake half of the night, thanks to you.'' He finished his sentence with an eye roll.

''I don't snore!'' I replied clearly offended but I couldn't help but ask myself as to why didn't he move me aside in the beginning. 

''Should I put the spell on you again ? Your voice is irritating.'' He asked more to himself then me.

''When did you lift the spell off?''

''When I made sure you wouldn't snore again.'' That's it.

''I do not snore!'' I glared at his smirking face and threw the very first thing my hand reached for. My dagger.

He simply moved aside and rolled his eyes at me. He's gonna lose them at some point from rolling them this often.

''Fine believe whatever you want, I'm off now.'' He stopped midway and looked back at me.

''I'll come back soon enough. Don't , I repeat, do not leave the cave today, got it?'' I nodded confused and watched him disappear into the woods. 

What's wrong?

My thoughts swam around my mind. Every scenario they created was dreadful. Maybe it's just me being pessimist, but the demand in his black eyes were enough to keep me worried for the next few hours until I actually decided instead of guessing what's happening I'd find out myself. Maybe I could help with the problem. Unlikely but I can try.

I took my dagger and walked out of the cave, where weirdly petals were the color of the ground I was standing on now. Dark brown. Without any glance at them I continued my way.

The path I chose now leads me to the ocean shore. Somehow I feel like Pan's there. But I cannot not point out that this path is the most beautiful yet scariest path I've taken while being here.

You walk and walk through the painfully dry ground with the branches hitting you everywhere, leaving some scars, that heal before another morning arrives. But taking this path almost every morning taught me how to avoid being hit on every step I take. Just by singing on the way. Cliché, true, but it works.

A few days ago, I woke up screaming from another nightmare. Drenched in sweat and red-faced from dried tears I didn't realize I shed. Every night's the same. 'Except recent one, - my mind pointed out and I couldn't help but agree'. Me dreaming about the night the shadow appeared and took me from my family. The night I curse with every word I can. But I can't help but feel better when I'm laying on the sand with my eyes closed and listening to the melody I've grown to love from the very first morning I spent here, on Neverland.

That was the place I went to after the shakiness stopped and I put myself together. I knew the passage I was taking wouldn't be kind to my skin but I had to reach the shore. I needed to.

Couple of steps and same amount of scratches later, I stopped walking to take a breath. Yes, they heal after some time, but the pain is still there. The blood dripping and burning never stops. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath so my body had a little time to relax until I surprised it with even more scratching and burning.

With my eyes closed, I pictured his face, George's smile, that's exactly what made my heart ache with emptiness and sorrow of missing him. I heard his sweet laugh echoing in my ears, slowly creeping in my heart through the vains. My eyes were burning from tears I tried to keep in, but they never stay. The tune I've been hearing coming out of my mouth, as the tears fell down my face like a waterfall.

Broken. That's how my voice sounded. 

''There w-was a time, when I-I was a-alone,'' One step, voice quiet, tears falling. ''N-no where to g-go and no p-place to call h-,'' There. I made it. My knees gave out as the was home was no longer audible, I fell down on the warm sand as I let out everything I've been holding in. 

That wasn't my last moment of weakness but after the tears stopped and I just sat there quietly, I realized that the branches didn't scratch me while I was singing. 

My feet stopped moving as I pushed the last branch out of the way, so I could walk out on the beach.

Slowly moving forward but just one look at the horizon and I froze on the place. 

Not so far away, on the dancing blue ocean was slowly shaking ship.

"The Jolly Roger,'' I breathed out and not worrying about the scratches I ran back to the safest place I knew on the island. My cave.