Parrish Cormier

I knew it. I knew that it would storm, today was her day, and she loved the rain. She never wore a jacket, screaming that she was too old to be told what to do. I wiped my sister’s tears off the front of my glasses and continued down the cobblestone path, that’s when I saw her.

Bella. Almost.

Freckles sprinkled across her nose, and a purple scrunchy topped her head. After studying her for a couple moments, I begin to move towards her with my biggest smile. Mommy always told me that my smile was the most charming she’d ever seen.

“Hi, I’m Peter Paige,” I said to her, my smile still intact.

“My name is Wendy! I’m not allowed to talk to strangers,” she replied, her eyebrows angling down above a very evident pout.

“I’m not a stranger. I’m your big brother,” I said.

Wendy eyed me….

“My brother?” she asked.

“Yes, Your daddy said I could come say hi,” I said trying to hurry before someone saw me. Mommy wouldn’t be very happy, she already told me not to do this anymore.

“Are you sure?” She questioned still eyeing me warily.

“Of course, now let’s go play!” I said.

“Okay, where are we going?” she said showing off her toothless grin. Just like Bella.

“We’re going to Neverland.”

I grabbed her hand and led her towards a long trail submerged by trees and vegetation. As we approached the treehouse, she began jumping up and down.

“I love it!” She screamed.

“Race you to the top!”  I yelled and took off towards the treehouse. I ran as fast as I could because I had to win.

“I won! I won!” I yelled as she approached the tree.

“You cheated,” she pouted, just like Bella.

“Did not,” I yelled, she is just mad that I’m faster than her.

“Did too!” she screamed. I ignored her and began climbing the rigidity ladder. When I reach the top, I open the door and walk over to the old closest. I pull out the plastic bin that held all of Bella’s dolls, just as Wendy reaches the top. I opened the bin and extended my hand into the cloud of dust. The first doll was covered in grey filth that made my eyes water and tickled my nose. The once glossy hair was tangled and losing its color but still cascaded over the perfectly shaped plastic face. This was Darla, she was always Bella’s favorite. Bella wouldn’t leave her room without Darla in hand. As I was studying Darla, Wendy reached her frail hand into the bin and pulled out another doll.

“I like this one,” she said stroking Emily’s hair softly.

“You can’t use that one. This one is yours.” I said and forced Darla into her hand. Bella only used Darla.

“I don’t want this one!” Wendy cried, throwing Darla on the ground.

My heart stopped as soon as Darla left Wendy’s fingers, her plastic arm soaring in the opposite direction of the body as it hit the floor. Once, twice, broken. She wasn’t Bella. She would never be like Bella. Bella was sweet, graceful, and almost never cried. I just wanted Bella.

“I didn’t mean to, I promise,” she pleaded with me. “I’ll get you a new one,” she promised.

“I don’t want a new one,” I said nonchalantly. “I want to fly.”

I grabbed her hand and led her towards the empty doorway and wooden ladder. I gazed across the empty field below me and the sky high above me.

“Just jump,” I said.

“Jump? You can’t jump we’ll fall,” She said fear over taking her excitement.

“No, we’ll fly, but you have to believe,” I say, then I saw her. Bella. She was an angel flying high above the trees. I could almost touch her. I reach my hand upwards and I clutch her outstretched hand.

“Together” I say, gripping her hand harder.  

“Just believe,” I say.

She looked up at me with red watery eyes and slowly nodded her head.

We lept off the old wooden floor, off the decrepit tree house.

And so we flew, we flew to Neverland.