Chapter One
The sweet wind rushed through my curtains, rustling them about, and catching my attention as I sat on my bed reading. It was oddly warm for the direction it was coming in. Every October there'd be a wind like this. It always signified the arrival of new drifters to our quaint town. I smiled to myself. My daughter loved to wander around the areas where they'd sell their little crafts, trying to make some money.
"Mommy! Mommy!" her small voice reached my thoughts. She came running up the steps and leaped onto my bed, hiding her face in my sheets.
I always told her that she looked just like daddy, but I couldn't actually ever remember what daddy looked like. I lost every memory of him in the accident. I let him fade away in my head, reminding myself that I was lucky that Raven even survived the car crash, as she was still in the womb. Raven had long, black hair (hence the name), that I never seemed to be able to style, or cut nicely. No matter what I did to it, it remained unkempt and messy. Her skin was deathly pale, but had a nice heart shape, with big cheeks. Her eyes were piercing, and greener than a serpent.
Well, truthfully, the only traits she could have picked up from her dad was her black hair, the shape of her face, and her tall, lanky body shape. Other than that, we were quite alike. I had dark, flaming red hair, green eyes, oval shaped, pale face, cheeks littered with freckles, and a tall body. I wouldn't quite describe myself as lanky, I was a good height for my body type. I was only twenty-two years old. I had Raven when I was just seventeen. In reality, no matter how much I love her now, she was just an accident. I never meant to have kids until I was at least twenty-five.
Of course, I was a single mother. I had a boyfriend, her father, before he died in the car crash. I can't even remember his name. Or what he even looks like. I only remember waking up in the hospital, and being told by a man with a long, grey beard, and half-moon spectacles, that he was dead, and he gave me his condolences, told me that he'd miss me. Then he just left. Completely walked out my life, not even letting me know about my previous life. The doctors told me about the car accident, and that I was expecting child. That was the only hint I was given to start my new life.
"Can I sleep in you bed tonight?" Her voice, once again, ragged me out of thought.
"Of course, Raven." She smiled and curled up underneath the blankets. I relaxed into my bed and shut off the bedside lamp. The last thing I remember is my black cat Cameo, one of the only things I have left from my previous life, curling up on my feet at the end of the bed, before I fell deep into slumber