Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
You woke up with a gasp in the middle of the night, gasping and sweating. The memory of the pirates still lingered in your mind, it would haunt you from time to time some nights. You glanced at Hannah's sleeping form, and decided to take a breath of fresh hair. You stepped outside, bare foot and stopped when you saw that someone was still sitting in front of the fire. 
                          
You approached, hoping it was Felix. As you walked toward the figure, you started to realise it was not him. Instead of the blond haired and tall lanky boy, it was Willem, one of Pan's favourite lost boys for some reasons (actually you believed it was because of his other friends, Willem was everything but cruel). The way he talked about you when you were spying on him and the other with Hannah made you gag again and he glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widened, and sighed in relief. 
                          
"Oh it's you." He mumbled, completely disinterested. 
                          
You observed his face for a moment, he had red and puffy cheeks and it looked like he cried… Your heart sank at this thought. After all, the boys weren't there for no reason.
                          
"Are… Are you alright?" You asked. 
                          
"Uh… Yeah…" He sighed, drawing figures with a stick on the ground. "I am fine."
                          
You took a seat next to him and observed his drawing. It looked like a family… You glanced at him again, his eyes were focused on it. 
                          
"Is this your family?" You questioned, in a soft voice.
                          
"Yeah…" He replied simply. 
                          
"Did…" You gulped. "Did something happen to them?" 
                          
"They were killed." 
                          
Your breath hitched in surprise, and suddenly you wanted to just hug the young boy. He looked so sad and so hurt, it was painful for you to watch. Silent tears started to run down his cheeks again but he didn't make any sounds. You stayed silent for a moment and didn't dare to say anything else. 
                          
"I…" He said but stopped immediately after, searching for his words. "They were killed when I turned sixteen. I was always such a coward, I didn't even try to stand up to them, to protect my family. They killed them, burnt down our houses… I mean, what could we expect from these saxons. We did it for them too. But… I don't remember much after that. Pan found me after, stranded on the island. " 
                          
"I am sorry. I didn't know." 
                          
"No one knows. I don't understand why my gods decided to send me away like that… Why have they decided to let me live? The memories haunt me. If only I had done something to protect them…" 
                          
"You would have been killed too. At least, you are alive to keep their memories and live up in their names." You murmured, taking his hand and giving it a soft squeeze. 
                          
His eyes wandered to your hand for a moment and he faintly smiled. Still, you could see how hurt he was and wondered if he would ever heal and find peace from what he witnessed. Some minutes later, you came back to your tent, leaving the albino boy alone with his thoughts.
                          
The next morning, when you woke up, you realised that Hannah wasn't here. You frowned, sighing, thinking that Pan must have taken her somewhere. You quickly dressed up for the day and stepped outside. Not a minute after you left, Felix stomped toward you and pulled you back inside. 
                          
“Hey!” You protested, tripping over your own legs. “What is wrong with you?” You asked a little angry.
                          
“Hannah saw you with Willem yesterday night, you were holding hands.” He said coldly, glaring at you for some reasons and you huffed. 
                          
“So what? You are jealous? I was just trying to make him feel better.” 
                          
“I am not jealous!” Felix spoke loudly.