Neverland is a place for the lost to go and feel like they belong. You know the story, Peter Pan, Wendy Darling, Captain Hook, Tinkerbelle. It's simply a beautiful fairy tale of being found. Well, let me tell you something: they're all wrong. All the fairy tales you hear, the stories you read, it's all fake. Many wish upon a star that the marvelous Peter Pan would come flying through their window and take them away.
Don't.
Peter Pan is not the glorious hero you think he is. Captain Hook is not the villain you think he is. Tinkerbell is not the innocent creature you think she is. It's just all wrong. Peter Pan is a ruthless demon, Captain Hook is almost nice and has a personality, Tinkerbell is a fighter, and Wendy, well... shes barely a part of this story.
I have been on Neverland for a while. Who knows how long, time doesn't pass here. I could have been here for months or even a year. All I know is that I have tried to escape, but there is just no way. Peter Pan makes sure of it.
Well, if I'm gonna tell you my story, it might as well start from the beginning. It starts at my house. I don't consider it my home. I've never felt like I belong there. I grew up with a bunch of older siblings. They all excelled in everything they did, so my parents had very high standards for me.
Of course, though, being the youngest, my siblings had done it all. Nothing I did amounted to the things they had done. I got all A's on my report card? Yeah well, my sister graduated high school with a 4.0 GPA every year. Won an award? Yeah, my brothers won 20. Got an A on a test? Yeah well, my sister would have gotten an A+.
Nothing I did amounted to their accomplishments. Whenever I was proud of myself, one of them could have done better, therefore I didn't try hard enough or was slacking.
Once they all moved out and headed for college or to their families as I headed into my junior year of high school, I was expected to be great, but I could never live up to them. I was berated and disappointing.
I also wasn't into sports like the rest of my siblings. I wanted to do choir and join the drama club while my parents wanted me to do soccer. Taking my own route led them to think that I would never be good at anything. They never came to any of my performances or shows.
I felt like I could never do anything right and I was done with it all. I was so desperate at this point that I believed that Peter Pan from the movies could take me away to where I would feel like I belonged.
I stood at my windowsill and said: "I believe." At first, nothing happened. I was a little disappointed, but I didn't know why I got my hopes up in the first place. I seriously thought Peter pan would show up? I sat on the edge of my windowsill planning on how I could get away.
Running away was always an option. But I would have nowhere to go and no way to get money, as I didn't have a job. I was only a junior in high school. Maybe I could just wait it out and leave as soon as I turn 18, although, that wouldn't be till sometime my senior year.
At that moment, it seemed as though the wind had picked up. I looked up to see a shadow flying towards me. In a panic, I tried to scramble my way back inside without falling however many feet below me where the streets lie, but the shadow got to me before I could manage the task.
It seemed as in seconds we were going higher and higher, the ground beneath me growing smaller and smaller. I clung to the shadow for dear life, not wanting to fall, which would have certainly been fatal.
Peering down below me, I could see the ground fading from view until it was gone. At that moment, I had gone out. My vision went black and I was instantly asleep.
When I woke up, I was on the beach... or a beach. One I certainly didn't recognize. I looked behind me to see a bunch of boys standing there, looking all tattered and dirty like they'd been outside for weeks without a bath.
They all looked very interested in me and like they knew something. I had a feeling these next few moments would be most unpleasant. That was almost certain when the group split apart to reveal a boy, about my height, through the crowd. He was just as intrigued by my sudden appearance, looking me up and down as he stepped closer. He started circling me.
My heart was racing. I knew I had nowhere to run. I would just have to endure whatever was thrown at me. The mysterious boy stopped circling me and stood right in front of me, a little too close for my liking.
"What's your name girl." he spat.
I didn't answer him. I was too nervous to say anything without sounding weak. Whoever this boy was, I was certain he was stronger than me. I couldn't escape him if I tried.
"I said what's your name?" he said yet again. He had a quite attractive British accent, but with his voice having slight anger in it, it was quite frightening.
"I don't have to answer to you," I said with as much courage I could muster. This made him angry. I could see it flash in his face. His upper lip snarled and his eyes narrowed into a glare.
"You'll give in sometime love," he spat, the anger evident in his voice. His eyes looked me up and down again before speaking again. "Come with me"
I quickly shook my head. I was going nowhere with this creep. His tattered clothes and the fact that he lived in a forest were too much for me.
At this, he grabbed my arm. "Yes," he said through clenched teeth. He started to pull me in the direction of the trees. I tried to fight back, to get him to let go of me, but his grip was too strong on me. I wasn't going anywhere.
My heart was racing and I felt like I was going to cry, but I wasn't going to let my guard down in front of him. I silently let him guide me through the forest. He seemed to know his way around. After a few moments of walking, his grip around my arm started to hurt. I was sure to have a bruise after he let go.
We walked a few minutes longer in silence, the group of boys following us from behind. We walked upon what looked like a camp where all the boys dispersed joyously. The boy holding my arm pulled me all the way across the camp to a small little tent, where I assumed the boy slept. He let go of my arm once we were inside and closed the little door. He walked closer to me, causing me to walk backward with the close proximity. He kept walking till I was against the wall, his arms rose to either side of my head as he bent down to be eye level with me.
"So, you going to tell me your name yet?" he said, eyes searching my face.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down before speaking. "Y/n. And yours?"
"Alright, I'm Peter, Peter Pan." His face contorted into a small smile.
My eyes widened. There was absolutely no way. I was hesitant to believe a single thing that came out of that pretty little mouth of his at this point.
"What. That unbelievable?" his eyes looked over me again with the smile still plastered on his face.
"N-no, You- you cant be. Peter Pan isn't real. He's a cartoon!" He gave me a confused look as if I was talking nonsense. "Let me guess, those boys out there are your Lost Boys? And this is Neverland? What are there mermaids and fairies here?"
'Yes..." he said quickly. "How do you know about all of that?" he asked, still clearly confused about my freakout.
"I-I... How? There's no way you're... Peter Pan." I said distrustingly.
"And why's that?"
"B-because... because you... I... I don't know! Peter Pan is just... a cartoon! He's not real! You're not real! None of this is real! I'm going crazy, I'm seeing things, imagining... hearing things! This isn't real!" Tears started pouring down my face and I slid to the floor against the wall behind me, burying my face in my hands.
I felt him kneel next to me. I could tell that he wasn't quite sure what to do. Being on an island with a bunch of boys, he likely didn't know what to do with an emotional teenage girl. He lightly pulled my hands from my face and held them in his own.
"Why are you crying Y/n?" he said softly, locking his eyes with mine. For a moment, I thought I could see a bit of emotion in his eyes, but it disappeared when I ignored his question and stood up.
Wiping the tears from my face, I said: "Can you please take me home?" I wanted to go home, surprisingly. I didn't like this place. I would rather just wait out my time at home. This place made me feel no better.
"Y/n... you can't leave Neverland. Once you're on the island, there is no leaving." He was still making eye contact with me, smirking now.
"W-why?" I asked. He laughed but didn't answer. "Peter... I-" I exhaled deeply. "Please... I just want to go home."
"Then why'd you ask to come here in the first place? I know your situation Y/n. You're not going anywhere."
Something about his tone made me believe it. I wouldn't be able to escape and nobody would help me leave. I was stuck here.
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As the months went by, the scary reality that I would never be able to leave this place became my reality. I attempted my escape plenty of times, but every time, Pan caught me. I was always punished for my actions and given hard work. Pan had no remorse for me. He hadn't shown any kind of emotion towards me except anger since the first day I arrived. He liked to shove me and give me extra work any time I stepped out of line.
I absolutely hated it here. I had a plan for my final escape, and this time, I was sure it would work. I had gotten a little bit of help from an honorable pirate, but that is a story for another time.