...and at that moment, I knew I wasn't going back...
⚠️TW⚠️
- mentions of swear words
- Sexual Assault
- Death
- PTSD
- depression
- stockholm syndrome
Deep into the forest, hidden from the reach of an eye, is a place, a house for some, but for a visitor, it's just a camp. A camp with bonfire, tents, wooden household objects and est.
Time is a word that's never used in Neverland, either in a conversation or as a natural way to count your existent on Earth. In a normal world, time goes by fast, you age and eventually you leave this world. But as I've already mentioned, time in Neverland is frozen. Life goes on, but nothing happens to the age or anything in particular. Apart from the seasons, of course.
Every house, building, has a history of how or when they've been built. This camp was built by one and only Peter Pan, not for himself, no, the camp was built for the visitors, that decided to stay permanently. After some time, it grew larger and larger as the number of residents grew bigger and bigger. Now, a camp is a house for 15 or more young boys, and a girl, a mother as they once called her.
There was a time, when their lives were full with happiness, but now? What is happiness? Even though, they adore their leader and the way they lived before is long forgotten, the hole in their heart, feeling of emptiness and something missing is still haunting every one of them. Talking about their everyday life struggles will take us far, so let's get back to why we've actually mentioned the camp.
That's the place the one and only Peter Pan headed to after his encounter with the captain.
One glimpse of the leader and they were on their feet, leaving everything they've been doing behind.
''Good afternoon, sir.'' They welcomed him with gratitude. Pan just gave a small nod until he called someone over to step up. His second hand, Felix.
A very skinny, tall boy stepped forward, his cloak covering half of his face as he awaited for his leader.
''I need to have a word with you, and you Damien as well. Meet me in the tent.'' Damien, tall, but muscular black haired boy nodded as he and Felix followed their leader's order and walked to the largest tent, where all their meetings were held.
''The rest of you can keep doing your chores.'' They nodded and got back to work. Some went to the woods, for haunting or collecting wood. While the rest did their own thing.
Pan walked towards a small tent, labeled as a kitchen.
''Wendy.'' The said girl jumped, dropping the pot she was holding. Trembling, she turned around and greeted him with reverence.
''Y-yes, leader?'' He smirked at scared female and took a step forward, bending to pick up the pot she dropped. Wendy flinching when he got close.
''I'll be waiting in my tent, don't be late.'' He smirked once more and turned to the exit.
''S-sir?'' He glanced at her.
''Yes?''
''W-when should I-I come by?'' Her eyes never leaving her hands.
''In about thirty minutes.'' He saw her nod, satisfied with the answer he walked out of the kitchen and headed straight to the meeting.
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*This is the kitchen, obviously magic is involved, like in Harry Potter, the tent is small but when you walk in it's like this.
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