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SO, IT FINALLY HAPPENED! SO HAPPY AND EXCITED! IT HASNT BEEN TELING U GUYS THAT I UPDATED... AND IT'S PISSING ME OFF... I HOPE THAT GETS FIXED SOON.... ANYWAYS, ENJOY THE NEXT CHAPTER! <3 PRETTY SHORT CHAPTER I THINK FOR THIS BOOK... IDK... JUST READ... IM TRYING TO UPDATE AS OFTEN AS I CAN BEFORE I SLOW DOWN FOR A BIT TO WORK ON A VERY BIG CHAPTER FOR MY OTHER BOOK... SO YEAH... READ ON! <3 (P.S.- I feel like this chapter is terribly dramatic sounding... idk... i think its just because I've been binge watching this anime called "Vampire Knight" O_o)
                          
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Scarlett's P.O.V.
                          
"My name is Peter Pan... and you're in Neverland..."
                          
        Neverland? Peter Pan? This couldn't be real? Could it? I was in Storybrooke... This- What was going on? I felt as if my head was spinning. My heart began to race and I felt like a couldn't breathe. "I'm in Nev- Neverland? You're Peter... Peter Pan? What? How- How am I- What am I doing here? How do you know me? I-" "Scarlett! Calm down! Calm down, Scarlett... Calm down," Peter Pan cut me off, pulling me into his chest. It was happening again... I haven't had one in so long... How- how could this be happening again? "Scarlett? Are you okay? What's going on?" Peter asked me. We somehow ended up sitting on the floor, him rocking me back and forth. I slowly began to calm down. "Scarlett... what just happened?" Peter asked. "I- I had...Do you know what a panic attack is?" I said, shakily. I felt him nod his head. "Well... that's what just happened... I haven't had one in years... They were always infrequent... but pretty severe... most of them..." I explained. "Why did you have one just now?" he asked. He treated me as if I were precious to him. And, according to him, I had met him before... I had known the Peter Pan... The boy whose story I had read almost every night...whose story had given me hope that there was a place where I might fit in... where someone might care for me... When I realized I had been living in a city of fairytale people, I had investigated all the boys I believed to be Peter Pan... I had hoped that if I found him, he would take me away to Neverland... where I might be cared about... And this whole time, I had never known that I, indeed, knew him. I would never have thought this to be real if I didn't live the life I did... and if I had never met the Captain Hook...
                          
        "I'm not sure... maybe just the shock of the recent events... I don't know," I said, pulling away from him. He looked into my eyes and asked, "Scarlett... do... do you really not remember me?" I looked down at my hands and shook my head. "No, I- I don't... I'm sorry, Peter," I said. He mumbled something I couldn't understand. "What?" I asked. He said it a bit louder, but I still couldn't understand him. "You promised you'd remember!" he yelled. I fell back and began to scoot away from him in fear. "I couldn't remember even if I tried, Peter!" I yelled back. His anger immediately died down. 'What do you mean?" he asked, coming closer to me. I scooted back again and said, "Since I found out you knew me, I've been digging through my memories as far back as I can go, and I'm pretty sure I would remember freaking Neverland... and you..."
                          
        "I thought you were dead," Peter said, after a few minutes of silence. I looked up at him quickly. "What?" "That last day with you... you were six at the time... Hook took you... and by the time I had gotten to the ship... Smee and you were gone... Hook told me that he had sent Smee to kill you... That you were dead," Peter said. "I was six?" I asked. Peter nodded. My head began to throb, and I felt lightheaded. I shut my eyes in pain and I began to fall forward when Peter caught my arms and held me up. "Scarlett? Scarlett? What's wrong this time?" Peter asked me. Pictures flashed through my mind. A boat... a large man with a red beanie... and... "Mr. Gold!" I yelled, snapping my eyes open. "What?" Peter asked. "Gold... Rumpelstiltskin... he... I remember when I was six... Gold found me at the docks... when he had brought me home, my mom... she said I had been gone for 9 days," I said, looking up to meet his eyes. "Rumpelstiltskin did this... he took your memories," Peter said, angrily. I noticed his grip tighten on my arms. "You know him?" I asked. "Yes," Peter said, squeezing my arms even more. I winced in pain. "Peter, you're hurting me," I said, trying to pull my arms out of his grasp. He quickly let go of my arms. "Come on... Let's go to camp," Peter said, helping me up.