Finding Neverland // Peter Pan X Reader (editing)

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Reader's P.O.V

''(Y/N), Wake up please....'' I heard a small voice whispering terrified. ''(Y/N), please, I'm scared.'' 

I felt someone shaking me as I shot up and looked around crazily. ''George...?!'' I looked to my right and sighed in relief once I saw my little brother looking up at me. I immediately pulled him in for a hug. He looked terrified. 

''Baby? Baby, what's wrong?'' I looked in his eyes and hugged him again. He was holding on me for dear life. ''George. What's wrong?'' 

He shook his head and stayed quiet. What's gotten him this scared? A nightmare?

After calming George down I wiped his face gently as it was already red from crying and asked what was wrong one more time.

''I-I saw two y-yellow dots on our ceiling.'' He looked up and quickly looked back at me, shivering at the terrifying memory. 

''On our ceiling?'' He nodded his head as I smiled a little. ''Are you sure it wasn't a dream?'' He frowned a little and then shook his head. 

''I don't remember.'' I giggled and kissed his chubby cheeks. 

''My silly baby bro. I thought you were a man?'' I teased him as he glared at me. 

''I am.'' He got back in bed and turned his back towards me. Oops, I might have angered him a little bit. 

''Geeeeeorge?'' No answer. Okay?...

''Georgieeee? We don't want the tickle princess to wake up now, do we?'' I walked my fingers up his tummy and nuzzled my face in his neck. 

''No, I don't like her.'' He mumbled sleepily and yawned. I just smiled and kissed his cheek. 

''Sweet dreams, Giggy.'' 

''You too, (Y/N/N).'' I smiled and sat there watching him slowly drifting off. I pushed some of his black locks from his angelic face and stood up.

I don't really care what time it is, I still need to look outside. The window I once locked was open in a small gap. Panic slowly started growing inside of me as I backed away from the window. 

The very first thought I had at that moment was picking up George and running in my parents' room but I was frozen on my steps. I couldn't move, I don't know it was just panic or something else causing this reaction, but every cell in my body was frozen. I wanted to scream for help but the only thing I could do was looking through my now wide-open window.

No breeze. The night was so peaceful just a minute ago, but right now it looks deadly. The stars are hanging on the sky as usual but something's wrong. They don't shine as brightly as they did before. I'm no longer gazing at them in amazement the only feeling I have right now is terror. 

I'm scared. I'm scared not because of my life, but that little angel's, who's lying there without any care in this world. I'm scared of losing him, I can't even stand the thought of living without him. I don't care what happens to me, I just want him to be safe.

I closed my eyes tightly and as if my mind already knows something is about to happen, my whole life runs by. I remember the day my brother was born, his first words, his first steps, birthday. I remember everything and I can't help but open my eyes just to let those tears go. 

They were streaming down my face as I tried so hard to stop them. I knew something was seriously going on and I was helpless. 

I shut my eyes again to stop the tears and I almost managed it until I felt this urge to open them again and immediately regretted it once I looked and saw a blurry image of those yellow dots.