A while after I was tied up, I gave up on trying to escape. So, I stopped thrashing and I thought.
I have been thinking for quite some time now.
Peter, where are you?
A tear rolls down my cheek as I stare into the horizon, wondering who this awful boy is and where my Peter is.
Eventually, I am untied and thrown, literally, into a 5 foot by 5 foot room.
I hear a door lock and almost inaudible footsteps. I back as far into the corner as I can and slide down on the ground. I pull my legs to my chest and put my head in my knees.
This is where I let my tears fall. I don't care if that jerk is in here, I can't see him, so he isn't there.
I feel a cold hand on my shoulder and I jump. I look up slowly. Right after I do, I am rudely greeted by the boys lips. They are rough and not caring in any way. I push him away forcefully.
“Listen here, boy, and listen good. I will not allow you to treat me in such a way. I have no idea where I am or who you are but I will get to my Peter."
He smiles a smile that any girl would fall for, “Dear, I've never left."
Another tear roll downs my cheek as he turns away from me and walks out the door. Right before he opens the door he turns and says, “And, love, I've already told you, call me Master."
“Peter, come soon," I whisper, in between fierce sobs.
Some time later, I am brought food. I nibble at it, but I am not very hungry.
“Peter. Come soon. I need you here. Your smile, your-" I stop because I see something. Someone. I also hear a crow coming in that direction.
I know who that belongs to.
I move closer to the blinding light. I can make out the figure of Peter and The Lost Boys dancing.
I smile and run towards him, leaving the darkness behind.