Clara's POV
It has been two days since I talked to pan, or Atleast saw him, or anyone actually...I haven't left my room. It has been the same since two days ago when I had that argument. I have done nothing but lay on me bed and Ofcourse freshen up.The rest I would just sit on my bed looking at the four walls, or laying looking at the ceiling, or eating almonds that I had kept in my drawer. I didn't even bother cleaning the mess I caused when I was searching for something the other day. I haven't talked since two days, not even to myself. Why should I? I feel like it won't be anything but trouble, to me and to everyone.
"Clara please"
It's Pan...again. He has been knocking on the door and the window for the past days none-stop and Ofcourse I haven't been answering him and definitely not letting him in. I don't want to. I don't want to forget. Blue said the argument with Peter will open my eyes to future arguments and heck yeah I definitely need my eyes opened.
"Clara just open the door"
Atleast now he isn't shouting or demanding for me to open the door. I think he has been sitting outside my room door, not moving, for the past days. He would always call out for me; even sometimes I would wake up from his calls. I think he realizes how he really messed everything up this time.
I am breaking. Sometimes I would stand up ready to open the door and forgive him but then again I would remember what he said and all my feelings of sympathy would go away.
Every once in a while I would sit straight up and watch the dust. It still has its magic, thank god, but I can tell its fading. Its brightness is getting less by the minute. God where is blue? I am going to need more dust soon.
"Clara, it's been days for you but years for me please open up"
I can tell he is losing hope; his voice is getting calmer by each word he releases.
"Clara"
......
"please talk to me"
Wait...did he just say talk to me? For the past days all he has been saying is 'open the door' but now all he wants is to hear my voice?
"Say something, for worse I know something has happened to you"
Is he...worried? I do, I do want him to feel guilty but not worried. Should I talk to him? I cant, he will think I forgave him. But it's still kinda mean though, to make him worry.
"I am alive" I managed to let out slowly. Oh my god my voice! It's so cracky. Probably from all the screaming I let out a couple of days ago.
"Clara?" Pan let out. I can tell he's feeling optimistic now. "Clara, oh my god Clara are you okay?" He said. I began rising off the bed slowly to sit straight up. I moved my hand through my hair and I sighed. "Clara please open the door, Clara please, please, please open up" he began knocking on the door. Again with the knocking, god I am so sick of that sound. The only way to stop hearing it is if I slept, Atleast that way I won't be bored in my dreams, if they're good.
"Clara"
I could already feel myself drifting away. Peter's sound became less vivid and my eyelids felt heavy.
"Cla...." And with that, I am unconscious.
----------Evening---------
*knock knock*
"Hmm?" I let out as I opened my eyes from the deep sleep I had.
*knock knock*
*sigh* it must be Peter. I sat straight up and cleared my throat. *ehm ehm* my throat hurts. I think I am getting sick.
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ForeverLand: Season 1
Fanfiction"YOU WILL ALWAYS BE ALONE AND UNLOVED, PETER PAN" she spat with hate. "Soon I will grow up & I won't have to suffer" Pan was immediately taken by her words. The prophecy has changed, Clara despised him & it was his fault. "You don't have to love me...
