(Part 12) Not so Peter Pan

As he leaned into me whispering in my ear I knew I could’t just stay silent. He is a bad person. Nona always said I need to be the one who approaches them, I need to take over the lead. This case was no different from the little Lena. I had to go over to her and tell her a story, that is also what I must do now. I stand up shifting my weight on both of my arms supporting me by leaning on the table in front of me. I am so close to him that it is disgusting, so I imagine it were Dominik I’m talking to. “Why do I have to wait so long, I think I know where Neverland is… would you like me to show you?” I ask. With a disgusting grin on his face I slide my hand along the lenght of his arm and I take his hand into mine. I signal with my other for him to stay quiet as I drag him our of the orphanage and to the forest. Once we reach the cliff his hand slips out of mine from the sweat it produced. Disgusting. Not even the bodies off the deck produced so many bodily fluids. He comes close to me, a disgusting laugh escaping his throat as his hands wrap around me and slip under my shirt. I hold back a scream by kissing him. It feels odd, to be touched like this. I remember that two weeks ago I have never been touched by anyone and no one knew I existed other than Nona. He is taken aback by my kiss but it takes him bare seconds to deepen it. It feels like he is about to devour my face, no, better devour me whole. As his hands explore my skin I take a step back, he follows. I try to focus on the water bellow, my back is turned to the cliff. As I take my final step backwards I turn around, switching our places so that he is now the one facing the cliff with his back. Taking his still roaming hands into mine, breaking the kiss I look into his eyes and say “I want to see you fly!” and I push. I slowly take a step back and straighten my ruffled clothes with my hands while still looking down at the Danube, wondering if he will fly out of the water and fly back up to me. I know it is stupid to belive such things but you never know when someone is lying and when not. After being reassured I head back to the cottage. This time it felt different, I felt bigger than ever. It was not little young girl who was walking back to the cottage it was Elena the next keeper of the Nameless. I push down the handle on the front door and enter the house, I immediatly make my way over to the bedroom and sure enough, Nona is still sleeping. I take a better look at her and she seems paler than when I last saw her. Perhaps it was the night lighting that made her skin seem more pigmented. I walk over and kneel down, my face directly in front of hers. I cup her cheek with my right hand. She is cold as ice. I know what that means. I might be a iliteratte girl who knows nothing about the world but I know a dead person when I see one. I’ve actually seen quite a few for my time on this earth. I bring out the trolley and push Nona off of her bed and onto it. We usually cover the bodies in the herbal balm we make to prevent the smell breaking throught the ground but we have no balm. So I just bring her outside to the graveyard and dig a hole. I distance the hole from the rest, burrying her in the very front of the graveyard. Once I’m done I head over to the dock to do the same with the middle-aged man from before… Not Peter Pan. I pick a random place for him, I see how Nona didn’t care much for some of them, why she never gave them names. I throw the last shovle of dirt onto the not real Peter Pan and I take a look at the graveyard. So quiet, so peaceful… so… mine.