I want to tell you that they won't leave
I want to tall you that they would never hurt you
But darling some will walk away
Some will stab you in the back
Some will kick you while you're down
But the good news is
Some will stay
Some will help you stop your bleeding
Some will help you get up
They aren't all bad for you love
You just have to pick your poison.
Every time the 30th of April rolled around, it brought her shivers of pure excitement. She already knew how the day would go, every year it was always the same- not that she minded it. Not at all. It consisted of a treasure hunt all throughout Neverland, to which she would win every single year. Being surrounded by the people she loved, the simplicity of it all! Turning another year never felt any better!
That is until she turned sixteen.
That was when the attitude spells, the childish exterior, Olivia’s personality as a whole which radiated so beautifully dimmed. It was no longer considered adorable. The lost boys did not look at her the same. Rather it was plastered smiles, vacant eyes, empty souls.
Olivia needed to grow up.
That involved her being exposed to what really struck a nerve with the adventuress.
Reality. Something she spent her entire life being shrouded from, was hideous to her.
England showed all of that to her.
Women weren’t being treated as equally as men, there were the living but they didn’t breathe color, none of them did. They were soulless souls walking aimlessly. There were people getting sick, dying, killing each other. The world as its’ whole was ugly. This was what Wendy wanted to show to her naive daughter in hopes that would go through her.
All it did was make her understand that every year she turned older, was a year older that she had until she left Neverland as a whole.
Olivia wasn’t idiotic, she wasn’t naive, she wasn’t childish. She knew the human world and how much of a mess it was. She knew how repulsive it was. It didn’t dim her light. It only made her more cautious and joyous. Olivia refused to see it for what it really was, and didn’t associate with it. She was not cut out for the real world. She knew she couldn’t survive it, not even if she tried.
Thus the barrier she set up between herself and that world.
The inevitable came when she turned eighteen. A very important age. She was considered an adult. Yet, one thing remained of her innocence.
Although her personality was very corrupt and morbid already, something remained.
