Isabella's POV

The deal was done.

Today was the day I get to back home.

Away from Neverland.

Away from the Lost Boys.

Away from those awful mermaids.

Away from Peter.

I sat against a window in Peter's room after I had gotten up and ready. I just needed to say goodbye to everything. I loved Neverland. It was like a magical peaceful world to be in.

It was my getaway.

I looked down at my jacket sleeves and uncovered it revealing the painful scars. It hurts just to see it for the memories keep falling in place, but I push it away as I wipe away my tears slipping from my cheek.

" What happened to your arms? " , a voice asked

I looked around and saw Peter leaning against a wall near the door. I quickly cover my arms and just pretended it wasn't there.

" I don't know what you are talking about. " , I lied

He walked up to me with his arms crossed with that smirk as he grabbed my arm and uncovered my jacket sleeves. I turned around so he wouldn't see me cry as he gently touched them.

" WHO DID THIS TO YOU? " , he asked in a cold voice

" It's nothing. " , I said as I covered them up again.

" You are lying. " , he stated " You know I hate liars and know what I do to them. "

" Go ahead kill me. I'm not stopping you. " , I stated.

He started growling in frustration and pushed everything off the dresser as it clashed on the ground.

" YOU ARE STARTING TO GET MY NERVES! WHY CANT YOU TELL ME? I WANT TO KNOW WHO I HAVE TO KILL! " , he yelled

" BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO! " , I shouted back

He looked at me and his eyes turned a darker green and he clenched his fist.

" Just take me home. " , I mumbled

" Fine. " , he spoke before he motioned for me to follow him.

We walked through the camp past the busy boys and then to the beach where the ocean waved hello to me. I knew that I had to fly again, so that fear of heights I had...I pushed it aside.

Peter looked at me and gave me a glare and then looked back. He held my hand and then sprinkled pixie dust on me. I closed my eyes and the ground didn't touch my feet anyone, but instead I felt the wind. I held on Peter's hand tightly as he lead me through the white puffy clouds and through the huge sky.

I felt free and I knew why Peter liked flying so much. It was like all of your worries and troubles were beneath you and it was just you and the sky. Then we flew very high in the night sky where I looked back as Neverland disappeared out of my sight and then I looked at Peter who looked mad, but sad on the inside.

We didn't talk through the flying process.

Then we saw the north star as it shined brightly in our eyes and before you know it I was back in New York City where I could see the tall buildings and the tiny cars in the streets.

It was night time so many lights were guiding us. Peter led me through the way until we stopped at the Empire Building for a break. We stopped at a little place where there were rails to keep us from falling and Peter let go of my hand as I landed gently on the building.

The view was beautiful at night and I never thought New York City had it in it to shine brightly, until now.

" Okay, where is your house? " , he asked

" Over there you see that apartment and the 20th floor to the right side is mine. " , I pointed out.

" That is nearby here so you should he fine. " , he said " Just keep your eyes on that and let the wind take you where you wanna go. "

" So this is it? You're leaving. " , I asked

" I took you as far I needed to. " , he said " You will be fine from here. "

I walked towards the near corner of the buidling as I saw my apartment standing there still.

My life began flashing back from my home to being in Neverland to now. A few tears escaped from my eyes. This was it I'm going home. It's what I wanted all this time.

To go home.

I took a deep breath and looked at Peter who stood behind me leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. His green eyes were worried and a tear escaped from his eyes, but I could tell that he was trying to hide it.

Could I really leave Peter after everything he had done for me?

Do I really want to go back home?

Do I want my normal life back?

I wiped away my eyes and took a deep breath as I walked towards the corner of the building and fell.

I fell off the building.

But I wasn't flying.

I was falling to my death.