I don't want to fall asleep just yet.

I don't want my eyes to grow dark just yet.

I don't want my heart to take a tumble just yet.

I don't want to stay in bed anymore.

Time is slowly moving past my bed, waiting, wondering, knowing I probably will not get up. Time is never bracing himself for the impact it would be if I finally decided to rise. Time knows what I am capable of but he also knows of the prison I am trapped in. Time knows about the bars that keep me from escaping. So Time doesn't worry about me coming to my senses. Time knows he can move as slowly as he wants, torturing me with the long hours stuck in my mind, the long hours of feeling numbness and self hatred. Time knows I can never do anything about it. Time knows I never will.

But Time can't read my mind, only sense my feelings, only sense the dread that keeps my heart in it's prison, but Time doesn't see what is in my head and Time's own time is running out. I have realized that Time isn't real. Time is a fraud. Time is a gatekeeper to soemthing much bigger, something that matters so much more.

Time has no idea that I am finally lifting myself up. Time has no idea that he really should be bracing for impact because when I hit, I hit hard and I am tired of staying on the ground.

Time is finally being replaced. My soul will be in charge now.

Sometimes there are things that you will never fully understand. Things like, why the sky is blue or, why bad things happen to good people. You will always be left to question the things you don’t understand. And sometimes people spend their entire lives questioning something that they will never find an answer to and other times people try to forget, but no matter how hard they try, it will always be in the back of their minds.

There are things I don’t understand either. Here’s a list:

1. Why are jellyfish called jellyfish when they aren’t fish?

2. Why does pizza come in a square box if it’s round?

3. Why can’t people just love and accept each other?

4. Why did you have to die?

5. Why are you so far away?

These are the things I will never understand. And although it will always plague me, the biggest lesson life has taught me is that it doesn’t matter why. All that matters is that it is. You may not ever find out why it happened but there will always be a reason for it happening. All you have to do is have faith that everything will be alright.

The girl could feel the cold as it pierced at her soft, pale skin. The wind around her blew through the long, black tangles of her hair. And the tips of her toes had no support as she balanced upon the window sill that looked out, over London.

She gulped as the icy, unforgiving wind blasted away at her feet, making her white night gown whip back and forth. The girl could feel her mouth run dry.

"Little girl," She could hear a deep sneer come from the night, but she couldn't find the location of it. "Are you going to jump?" The girl shivered, hearing the man's raspy voice again.

She nodded, her eyes shut because she was afraid to see, not the ground in which she will land upon, but the man who spoke in mummers, invisible in the night. He spoke again, yet he felt closer this time.

"Please jump. Come with me." Come where?

The girl shook. She half expected the invisible man to talk her out of it. Hearing what she was about to do be spoken aloud, gutted her to her very core.

"Who are you?" The girl in the night gown asked, her soft voice like velvet. faltering. She could still feel the wind whipping at her feet, beckoning her to fall.

"Peter..." The man's voice seemed to flow throw the night-time air, as if he were everywhere at once, but yet, nowhere at all.

"Who are you?" He replied, his voice reverberating through the girl's mind like a drill.

"Wendy." She whispered. Her legs began to sore.

"Jump, Wendy. Come with me to paradise." What's paradise like?  

"Do you promise the pain will end?" Wendy's voice was as quiet as a pin drop.

"Everything will end once you hit the ground. I promise.

With that, Wendy lifted her small, pale foot and readied herself. The impact would be the only thing that would hurt.

The girl in the white night gown dropped. And the world went crashing down.

"Soon you'll be in Neverland, my little lost girl. Our own special hell."

That was the last thing Wendy heard as her existence faded away with a thud.