Peter Pan Fan Fiction ❯ Opening Closed Windows ❯ Looking trough a keyhole. ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Summary: He was living an awfully big adventure, but perhaps for the wrong reasons. He
grew up for them, and they had closed the window on him. Feelings he doesn't want to know
are raging trough his body and all he wants to do is find a way to open all the windows that
have been closed right in front of his nose. Little does he know that a lot more windows will
open. Some of which he had wished would stay shut forever.

Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Pan and do not have the intent to make any money out of these
stories. Peter Pan and everything related belongs to J.M. Barry, I just write fan fiction.

Authors Note: This is a fan fiction. I'm trying to stick to the original characters, but do keep
in mind that age changes them, so there will be differences. Please don't shoot me for it...




Opening Closed Windows

Prologue; Looking trough a keyhole.

Everything had changed after she had left Neverland. His Wendy had left hem. And not only
had she left him, she took everything that had ever meant anything to him. Although he would
never admit it out loud of course. He preferred to think that he had left them in fact. That
made everything a lot easier. But then again, why did he made the choice to come here?

There he stood, at the foot of the Big Ben, looking up at a place that never before had seemed
so daunting before. To live was an awfully big adventure, but still Peter Pan wasn't sure that it
was worth all the trouble. Rain fell down on his small form relentlessly and within minutes he
was soaked. To live was an awfully big pain in the ass at times. Peter combed through his hair
while sighing in frustration and for a moment closed his eyes.

He had kept his promise to Wendy. He had come back for her, every year again. But she did
not seem to remember him. They had all forgotten him, just like his mother had when he had
left. The only difference was that there wasn't another boy in his bed. He never had a bed in
the Darling-house. He had given them a place in his house and they had closed the window on
him!

Peter's hands clenched into fists and he sunk to the ground. He wrapped his arms around his
knees and hid his head against them. His shoulders shook with grief and a sob crossed his lips
before he could stop it. The rain had chilled him to the bone, but he didn't seem to notice it
anymore. Rain was mixed with tears but Peter couldn't seem to stop the stream of tears rolling
down his cheeks and disappearing in his pants.

There he was, seventeen years old, not yet realizing what it meant to grow up but, already
considered to be nearly mature. At the best of times Peter felt like he was looking trough a
keyhole, trying to figure out what life was all about. Up till now it felt like a stone lying on his
stomach. It was a heavy, yet hollow feeling that he couldn't seem to rid himself from.

Peters hiccupping breath slowed down and as he found himself being able to breath normally
again, only then he noticed that the rain had stopped. His face was tearstained but as the boy
with the brown hair stood, noting in his appearance showed any weakness. His eyes where

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twinkling and an arrogant smirk was plainly visible on his face. It was very apparent that
Peter Pan had just made a very important decision. He was looking so happy with himself that
anyone who might knew him expected him to crow like a rooster.

The teenager refrained from that which might have surprised the Lost Boys, had they still
been with their fearsome leader. But they had not seen him for nearly six years now and all of
them had started to grow up rather fast. It wouldn't take look before they could not remember
anything about Neverland. Not the Indians, not the Mermaids and not even the Pirates, whom
they had fought on countless occasions and nearly always defeated!

That was the reason Peter decided that the time had come to shake the Lost Boys awake. To
open the closed nursery window and make them remember Neverland. To make them
remember him! He had only chosen this because everything was different without them, he
didn't do it for anybody else. That was what Peter told himself, but perhaps that was his
biggest pretend yet.

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