Peter Pan OUAT Imagines

Imagine 20- Dead

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(I/n) POV
I woke up on the street staring at a dreary orange sky. I shot up in surprise. Questions rushed though my head where am I, how did I get here, what's going on? I started walking, looking for the nearest store to ask for help. I looked at the broken clock tower and got a worried feeling. I walked into Mr. Golds pawnbrokers. "Hello?" I said hoping someone was there. To my surprise a probably 18 year old boy walked out to the front of the store where I was.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Yes, where am I?" I asked. He had an amused look on his face.

"Darling, this is the underworld." He said. I took a step backwards.

"It can't be."

"Believe it. So tell me, how did you get here."

"I don't know how I got here, this can't be real."

"What's your name?" He asked

"(I/n), that doesn't matter what's going on."

"(I/n) you're dead." He said. I took a deep breath and tried to process everything.

"I'm Dead."

"What's the last memory you have?" He asked. I took a moment to think. I shook my head.

"No no no this isn't real." I told myself. He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at his eyes.

"I know it doesn't make sense now but if you try to think it'll come back to you." He said. So I did, I tried to find my last memory.

"I was hanging out with friends, at a party I think." I said.

"Anything else." He asked. As a thought harder scary memories flashed through my mind. I closed my eyes in thought.

"I think I drank something and then collapsed, that's about all I have for memories. There was a glass in my hand and someone crying over me." I said.

"I'm guessing you were poisoned. Any idea who this person crying was?" He asked.

"I can't tell yet, but hopefully it'll come back." I replied. I never believed in magic, I never believed in religion, so I was very confused on why I was here. And I was also unsure of why this person was helping me. "What's your name?" I asked.

"Call me Peter." He replied. "Look it's getting late, maybe if you sleep you'll get your memories back."

"If I'm dead do I still need to sleep?" I asked.

"Not really but it still feels good." He said. I giggled.

A short while later I laid down in an extra room in the shop. I drifted off into sleep.

After what must have been a few hours all of my memories came flashing back causing me to jerk awake. "Peter!" I exclaimed. He woke up immediately.

"What?"

"I remember everything."

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