The only feeling I can feel is heat.
If heat were a feeling, that would be my feeling.

My eyes watered, my lips felt dry.

I opened my eyes seeing that I was laying on my side.

My vision saw was millions of grains of sand and tiny rocks, as my vision sharpened I realized I was facing the ocean as well.

I smelt the salt coming from the ocean.
A calm, numbing feeling came across me.

I pressed my hands against the wet sand,
Elevating my body. I turned my body to where I was sitting on the ground. Sand was everywhere; on my dress, on my face, in my hair..

I looked down at my feet, seeing that my shoes were gone and my dress was torn in every direction possible.
My vision was scratchy and I was severely dizzy.

I looked up at the sky, how blue it was. The only sound was the waves crashing against the shore, slightly hitting the side of my body.

I felt free, I felt reborn, I felt like I can do anything.

I still wasn't processing where I was or how I got here.
Maybe I'm in my own little heaven.

Yet, All my questions still remained,
Was Peter real?
Had this all been a dream?
Was I insane?
Why my father?
Did I die?
Was I reborn?

I turned my head, sharpening my vision to where I saw  Felix walking towards me. Wearing his pants rolled up and white shirt. His blonde hair, blue eyes, and scar was shown so gracefully in the sunlight.

That meant all my questions were answered when I looked at Felix.

This hadn't been a dream, and neither was Peter.

He walked over to me,placing both feet on either side of me. Grabbing under my arms lifting me up making me stand.

I whimpered. A sharp agonizing pain shot through my right leg.

"My leg, my leg I can't walk! Please, please help."
I said lifting my leg up slowly off the ground. I began to shake. I swung one arm around Felix, helping me stand.

Felix looked down,
"Must've happened when we jumped,"

Felix said lifting me up wedding style,
"Pan's been looking for you.
He'll heal you up don't worry. Knowing girls, they always wind up getting hurt."
He turned around, bouncing my body up so he had a firmer grip.

Turning around, I saw a big forest, so many trees, so many birds chirping , so much darkness.

Important life lesson, life looks so free and open and clear, then you turn, facing real life..survival.

He started walking into the forest with me in his arms,
"Is this where I die, Felix?"

He looked down at me then back at the forest ,
"Neverland isnt a place of hurt. It's a place of war. Books still haven't got the story right.
You won't die if you're not stupid.
This, this is war Emilie, this is reality."

I rested my head under his neck closing my eyes, "Is this where my story ends or.. begins?"

Felix's neck strained, "Ms. Emilie, think of it this way. Your story may be combined with someone else's story. There's no doubt in my mind you're here for a reason...
I know  that Peter broke your heart, but I can assure you he didn't mean it. You just look a hell a lot like Mary." He said in a low voice.

I pushed down my dress trying best not to touch my leg.
"He was so kind to me, almost as kind as you were. He almost kissed me-"

I could feel Felix's hand tighten around my arm, "He almost kissed you? Wow," he said biting his lip, "Wendy won't be happy about that."

"So she's real too? She's Peters girlfriend?"

Felix laughed lowly, "No no, that would never happen.
She has feelings for him even though she's with Thomas. Peter doesn't like anyone really. She plans on fighting you for Peter.
No doubt you would win though," Felix looked down at me,
"Peter and Thomas have been working very hard to find you Emilie...
Its just so weird you look just like Mary, you know? I can see why he would do that."

I sat up in his arms, "Who exactly is Mary?"

Felix scoffed, "Peter's ex. He learned from his mistake with her, he knows what he did to her, tragic."

Felix stopped at a hut, this hut looked big. It was made out of wood on the outside, with a little wooden door in front of it with squares cut into it making it look like windows. Except when you look into them you can't see anything, just darkness.

Felix opened up the wooden door to the treehouse and walked in. 

I could see a outline of a large bed and two doors and table maybe, but the only thing I could see clearly was Peter.

Peter sat in a chair shirtless, wearing only brown pants reading a book.

He looked up at me then at Felix he became expressionless, "What the hell happened, is she okay?" He said throwing  his book on the ground and walking over to me,
I could see the outline of  body.

Felix put me in Peter's arms. Peters arms were cold and so were his fingertips.

"Her leg is all messed up, she can't walk. She doesn't look so good, maybe a bath would help her." Felix said walking over to a wooden table and clearing it.

Peter carried me into a little room, opening the door with his foot.

It was a washroom. The washroom had a little counter in it, and above it was a little mirror.

Across from that was a metal bucket, full of water.
Like it were already prepared.

Peter closed the door with his foot and sat me down on the counter.
Peter put both of his hands on both sides of me, putting his head down,

"How'd you hurt your leg?" He said bringing his head up making our faces closer. I began blacking out. Peter lightly slapped my face three times, "Hey, Hey stay with me. You jumped for the first time. It always happens the first time it will be okay."

I fell against Peters shoulder. I felt like I was drunk,
"I - you- killed m-my father."

"Stay with me Em," Peter said cracking his neck, "Let's get you cleaned up, c'mon."

Peter began taking off my dress by lifting the tethered hem above my waist.
"I'm not sleeping with y-you." I said stopping him.

Peter pinched his temple,

"I'm giving you a bath. You need to be clean. The water is the cure to your problems. It'll heal your head as well as your leg. Its a hard day for me too, today is my first day back on Neverland too."

"You wouldn't like my body." I said assuring him.

Peter laughed lifting the dress over my head , revealing my breasts and throwing the dress on the floor,
"Emilie, Everything you have
I've already seen before. Would you like to keep your panties on or?"

I laughed pressing my lips on his shoulders, "How perverted are you?"

"Do you want to be healed or not?" He said grabbing my hips.

I nodded in response.

His fingertips lingered from down my hips to the hem of my panties.

He slowly pulled them down to my ankles then threw it on the floor as well.

"Your body is beautiful,"
he said picking me up , our chests touching,  he then placed me in the warm water,
"Since your wound was internal, there was no blood being shot out of your body. The water will seep into your pores and heal you.

You know, You're going to learn so much here Emilie, beginning with trust. I know what I did was wrong, but it was the only way you'd be able to come here."

I looked down at the clear water in the metal tub then looking back up at him as he grabbed a sponge and began squeezing the water from it over my head . The water seeping from my head down my shoulders back into the water.

"This will heal your head Emilie, but in order to do so. I'm gonna have to cut your hair." He said putting the sponge on the ground, crawling back to the counter grabbing a knife.

"Whoa whoa whoa, I'm not comfortable with this. No way. You're not coming near me with that." I said putting my finger on the butt of the blade pushing it away with my finger.

"You know what, scoot forward," Peter said getting up and coming into the tub. He circles his finger, telling me to turn around, and I did as he sat down behind me putting his legs on either side of me, "Stay still."

I looked forward focusing on the wooden wall in front of me, "How short are you cutting it?"

"Eh," Peter said grabbing my hair in his hands, "Collar bone length."

I felt a weight being lifted off of my head. A heavy weight felt like it was lifting off my shoulders. It felt like sparkling water in my head.

He placed what remained of my hair in front of me so I could see.
It was so short.

It was cut so perfectly, so pristine.
Peter got up out of the water. His brown pants soaked with water.

"C'mon. Let me get you some new clothes." Peter said tilting his head towards the door.

"Peter I need a towel."

Peter scoffed brushing back his light brown hair, "Right. Right."