I held my pillow so close to me that, if it were alive, I fear it would cry as well. I couldn't believe how stupid I had been. I cried in to my pillow wishing I could change everything, wishing that I could correct my past mistakes.

"Why do you cry," Said a voice at my window.

I jumped and looked up at a boy dressed in green from head to two. My mind jumped suddenly to the fairytales my mother and grandmother had told me about a boy who never grew up. He looked how I always pictured Peter Pan as looking. The only difference was he was much older then I always thought. This boy looked to be 16, only a year older than me.

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am. I am Peter Pan. Your mother has told you of me, I am sure."

"Peter Pan is not real. And besides you are much to old to be him."

"Oh but I am him. You see," He sat on the edge of my bed, "Once I brought home your mother I could not resist visiting every once and a while. I watched as she grew into a woman and then married. I watched as she raised you, Sarah." He smiled at me. "With me visiting so much, I have aged."

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" I asked as I wiped away the remnants of my tears.

"You know. But if you need the proof then we shall fly." He pulled out a little bag and doused me with fairy dust. I knew how to fly but it was so hard to block out the thoughts of the past evening and to think happy ones.

Peter took my hand, "Come on Sarah. You know how to do this."

I thought of never land and what it would be like to go there. To get away from my life here. I began to float.

Peter smiled, "Come on."

I smiled back as he pulled me out the window. I stared in amazement as we whooshed by all the buildings and cars. I run my hand through the clouds as we flew past.

This is unbelievable. I thought to myself.

I looked at Peter who was smiling at me. I blushed.

"Are you ready to go to never land?" He asked.

I smiled, "Yes."

He pulled me up into the sky and past the stars straight to neverland.