Well hello a story amazing. Well I'm off my writer's block, I hope. So let's just say this. I don't own the crow, or anything I put in hear? Got it? Good... well this is just the intro but I hope you guys and dolls enjoy it.
It was cold. That's all she knew. There was no pain, no sound, not even of her very own harsh breathing. There was no memory. There was just blackness. A world of nothing, sheltered by fear of waking up. She knew she was in the ground. That was obvious. At her feet she suddenly began to feel again, and she felt a gooey substance, but only on her feet. She was lying on something soft, it felt like.... An old fabric that she had known before, but she couldn't recall the name. All she knew was her name. Kelly. Kelly Draven. She was... in a tough state before that, but she couldn't remember what happened. So she went to sleep again, maybe regaining her strength.
Dreams; mixtures of reality and another realm. Maybe memories... but scattered into pictures that could not be arranged, even with the highest specialists.
When she felt consciousness come back inside of her mind she knew that she was dead, or suppose to be. But she was breathing... even though there was no air in the box in which she lay. She knew she should be dead, without that precious air, but she wasn't. How was it possible? It wasn't, but yet it was happening.
Her body had feeling then, all of it, and she felt the decay in her hair, the feeling that it was decaying. How long had she been there? Was she dead for so long? Would she wake to a world of chaos and destruction? Would it matter? After already dying death was not a scary thing anymore. She knew that there were places that she would go... even if she were never really there herself. At that moment she knew she had to move r she would be beneath the ground forever. Pushing the box up, it was much lighter than she would have imagined. The gravity felt weird on her arms and she wanted to fall back, but she didn't. She kept moving.
The mud and dirt surrounded her and covered her face, her body. There was no escape from it. It was if running from darkness was pointless. It was... eventually darkness overtakes everyone. The dirt clogged her nose and made it so she couldn't open her eyes, even though she didn't really want to try. It went through her fingers and toes, through the nice shoes they had buried her in. They went against her wishes though. She never wanted to be buried... she wanted to be burned. It probably didn't matter anymore.
As she pulled herself out of the ground, the cold rain surrounded her, pulling her in. She had always loved the rain, because it never happened where she grew up. They day she moved to the big city it was raining. It was cold, but not too cold and she loved it. Her mom and told her it was what she loved, and since that moment Kelly appreciated the rain, bringing with it life.
Her lungs filled with the fresh air and she felt better at once. Falling to the ground, she tried to open her eyes, only to be blinded by even a dim light. She was alive, or something close to it. The impossible had happened, and for once something good happened to her.