After she lies down in her warm bed, and stretches out her legs she smiles. Her window is ajar, and a sliver of the Big Ben She pets her kitten on the head and kisses her on the head. Even though she is cross-faded, she can see the truth. She doesn't want bright lights and colorful drinks. She only wants the comfort of her soft bed and warm blankets surrounding her. She wants her kitten in bed with her, and a safe home to where fruit is out in colanders on the counter waiting to be eaten. A slow tear trickles down her cheek. "I can't have both," she thinks. I can't just go out recklessly and watch myself drink till the wee hours bottle after bottle. She wants more than just the party; she wants the innocence of her red blanket and the comforting smell of her patchouli chamomile pillow spray. Her mascara streams down her face in murky rivers, convoluting with her professionally done smoky eyes. Every time she takes a shot or takes a hit from a pipe she sees the look on her mother's face when she gives her a hug. She thinks of snuggling in bed with her mother and her loyal kitten, everything is good. Her insecurities rush to her big brown eyes when she steps into a party, and she drowns them in her fruity drinks. The second time she was hospitalized, she thought the best part was coming home to a warm bed and a cup of green tea in bed. "I never want to grow up," she declares. She Her eyes flutter as she sways off into a deep sleep.
"Come with me, Wendy," Peter says. "Come with me to Neverland!"A small boy in green tights struts about a bedroom. The girl is beside herself with joy.
"Oh, Peter! I thought you'd never arrive!" She cries out. She extends her hand to him, and he takes it. They skip off into the night sky and fly off to Neverland. The city of London stretches out underneath their slippers like a rug, and the stars wink at them. The velvety night sky laps up at their calves that skim the misty air gracefully, and time slows down to an irresistible pace.
"Peter, I never want to leave," She says to his ear. Peter nods, and leans in to kiss her. He forces his tongue into her mouth fiercely. She turns away immediately.
"What are you doing?" She says, wide-eyed and blushing furiously. Peter smirks.
"You dumb bitch," He snarls. "It's not all fairy tales. Welcome to the real world, princess." She gasps in horror, and lets go of his hand as fast as she can. Reality smacks her in the face hard, and she falls down into the depths of the city beneath her. She screams and screams. Nobody hears her. She is nearing the cobblestones in a narrow alley, but then-
She wakes up with a jolting scream. Sweat drips down her forehead, and she jerks up in bed like a spring. She picks up a mug on the bedside table, this time instead of green tea it is full to the brim with rum. She takes three swigs, and lies back down again. Ideas and thoughts flood her mind, and she strips the sheets off her bed quickly. She opens the window, and stares down into the early morning sky, her restless eyes skimming the cobblestones in the alley beneath her. Without making a sound, she opens the window a little more, and steps up onto the ledge. She stands on the windowsill, her t-shirt being tugged by the breeze. She holds out her hand. She steps off, teddy bear tucked in the crook of her arm. "Take me away, Peter." She says.