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*Thoughts*
'UGLY!'
'WORTHLESS!'
WEIRDO!' Just three of the insults you had heard today. It didn't help that when you go home, your dad yelled at you for being late, your mom made you do the housework and you found that your brother and sister had written all over your homework. You sighed as you pulled out some more paper and re-wrote the whole essay on Shakespeare. An hour and a half later, you were done.
'(Y/N)! DINNER'S NOT GONNA COOK ITSELF!' You heard the shrill voice of your mother yell up the stairs.
'Well of course not becuase its food but maybe just one day you could DO IT YOURSELF!' You yelled, surprising yourself. The sound of heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs was enough to make you shake with fear. Nobody spoke back to your mother, not even your fearless siblings! Your bedroom door swung open revealing the fuming woman. Her fake tan patchy, her fake nails drawing blood out of her palms. She was a sight to behold.
' What did you say?' She hissed.
'I... I...' You couldn't say anything else before her hand smacked your face. You tripped backwards, trying hard to regain your balance, but failing. As soon as you were on the floor, she started to kick you in the gut. After five minuets of kicking, she stopped.
'That should teach you a lesson you filthy little burden! Get downstairs and cook your father, your siblings and me some dinner and then go to bed without any!' And with that, she stormed out of the room. You pulled yourself off of the floor and towards the door. Before you could even reach it, a draft came from your window. *Strange* you thought to yourself *I'm sure I shut them*. You turned around and almost screamed. Hovering just behind you, was a pitch black shadow with glowing eyes.
'Who... Who... Who are you?' You asked. But the shadow didn't answer. It put its hands on your face and everything went black.
You groaned as your eyes fluttered open. It was dark. Had you fallen over and knocked yourself out, only waking up and night time? Were the curtains and door closed creating darkness? You went to stand up but found you couldn't. You were in a cage.
'Good to see your finally awake.' A voice echoed in the darkness. You turned your head towards the obvious entrance to a cave to see the silhouette of a boy there. He suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of you. You flinched away slightly out of shock.
'Now, do you have a name along with that pretty face?' He asked, leaning against your cage.
'I... I'm (Y/N).' You stuttered. The boy smiled.
'I'm Peter. Peter Pan.' The boy said.
'Where am I?'
'Neverland.'
'Can I go home?'
'Not unless I let you.' You let out a sigh of relief. 'Don't you want to go home?' Peter asked. You shook your head.
'My parents abuse me, my siblings use me as a slave and I don't have any friends.' You explained. 'When can I come out of the cage?'
'As soon as we know that you aren't a threat.' And with that, Peter left. You pulled your legs up to your chest, rested your forehead against your knees and sobbed. Not because you missed your family, not because you wanted to go home, but because you could. You could cry and nobody would beat you, or yell at you. Not any more.
*He Admits His Feelings*
'Keep the arrow steady.' One of your new best friends, Felix, instructed. Pan had let you out of the cage three days ago and you had quickly gained the trust and friendship of all the lost boys. They all referred to you as their little sister, all except for Pan, who called you his little lost girl. You let out the breath you didn't know you had been keeping and released the arrow, hitting the target with a perfect bullseye. 'Well done. Most of the boys couldn't even hit the target on their first try.' Felix smiled and walked off, leaving you and Pan alone. You walked up to the target and pulled out the arrow.
