Lost Girl.

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.