Opening

My head pounded as the it smacked into the cold concrete. My vision became blurry as he picked my limp body off of the floor, bam again. Im slammed onto the floor. I cant see, I cant feel. I'm going to die here. Suddenly black. It calms my soul. Im dead. No Im not. I feel the burning. Its in my throat and I cant stop. The screams lurch out of my body without control. Pain rushes over my thin body. Why am I still alive. Metal is all I feel, carrying, calming my battered body. My screams stop but my body trembles. Tears run through my eyes. The swollen holes in my head that I cant see out of. Im blind, Im weak.

Warmth, I feel the soft cotton of the sheets. I feel the wires pulsing into my skin. My eyes still swollen but small beams of light shoot through. It hurts. My ears are ringing letting me know they are repairing. Suddenly a soft hand touches my arm. I jump, wincing in pain. One move and my body begins to tremble again. Why pain? I should be dead, why am I alive? The needle stabs hard into the rough skin on my arm and all feelings disappear. Relaxed, motionless, but still not death. My head spins as I fall back into the blackness.

Voices echo through my ringing ears. They're better, but ache with every word. I try to look towards the sound but I'm restricted. The needle jabs back in my arm. Before I slip I hear his voice whisper my name.

"Raven…."