4. Puck
Age 12
Her breathing eventually falls into a slower, even rhythm, and I know she’s fast asleep. As the credits to Peter Pan roll, I look down at her sleeping form, her knees pulled up tightly to her chest, hands curled under her cheek.
Since the first day I met Bonnie, I’ve had this weird urge to protect her.
Iwanted to be someone for her.
I’ve been here for two years, and Bonnie hasn’t had a single friend but King and Dax. She doesn’t get to leave the mansion or meet new people, always shunned to her bedroom.
It breaks my heart.
Even I was sent to school with King and Dax a few weeks after my arrival here, and I know it kills her that we get to leave and have normal lives when she can’t.
So I always come here with her so she doesn’t feel alone.
But Bonnie has been alone all of her life. If I can be that person to give her company, a light in the dark, a pillar of strength, then I will be.
Slipping out from her little bed, I creep to her door and slide outside, rushing to my room to pick up my notebook.
I’ve been writing things down ever since I could write.
My dad was always coming out with these random words of wisdom or poems, and I didn’t want to forget anything.
Then I started writing down my feelings, or things that happened in my day.
It’s basically a diary. And ever since I arrived here, I haven’t gone a single day without writing a little letter to Bonnie. I know she’ll never read them, but I’d like to think she can feel my words.
Bon,
You’re strong, and beautiful, and more than I will ever be.
Never let your father determine who you are. Never let his words break you.
Keep your head up and your shoulders back.
Fill your head with happy thoughts and fly the skies.
You can do whatever you want to do.
And I’ll be right here protecting you as you go.
Second star on the right…
Till Neverland,
Puck