Prolouge
Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
I got home just before the cop did. The officer took
care of me after my parents died. They went just
before my boyfriend, Damon. They died naturally…
sort of. They were in a car crash, but Damon was
murdered. He and his group of friends were on their
way to my place to sneak me out –I was grounded at
the time- and they were sighted by some people they
pissed off earlier. The gang had guns, Damon and his
friends were mostly unarmed. Only Damon had a knife.
Tonight was Halloween. A year since he and my friends
were murdered.
A crow sat at my window, pecking at the sill. I
looked at it. It was raining and the poor creature was
stuck outside. I always had something with animals,
and it strangely improved when Damon died to the
point that I could almost read their thoughts. I opened
the window for it and it flew in, it was big for a crow. It
perched on my bed and shook the water off its
feathers, and then it let out a cry, sounding like a call. I
could almost hear it saying something. Calling
something to follow it. That's when the cop got home.
"I know you're here, Rave," He called
routinely, using my nickname. My real name was
Raven. "I got you something." He continued. I decided
since he got me a present I should come down. I made
my way out of my room, the crow deciding it should
come too, was perched on my shoulder. As I came into
the cop's view, he looked alarmed that I had a crow on
my shoulder. I always had birds, cats or dogs with me;
I don't know why the crow scared him so much.
"What is it?" I asked, questioning his fright. He
thought I was referring to the present.
"Well, I know tonight is probably gonna be hard
for ya… knowing what happened last year… Anyway, I
got ya a present." He handed me a guitar case. I
opened it and pulled out an electric guitar identical to
Damon's old one. "It was Damon's. I tracked it down. I
thought that it would be easier if you had something of
his with you." I put down the guitar and hugged him,
making the crow fly off and perch on the couch. He
hugged back.
"Thank you." I said, tears streaking my face,
making black tracks down my cheeks from my black
eye shadow. The crow flapped its wings and it was
once again on my shoulder. This seemed to disturb the
cop more. "What's the matter with you, Albrecht?" I
asked using his last name, what everybody calls him.
He shakes his head.
"Nothing. You'd think I was crazy… Hell, I do."
He replied and walked off to the kitchen. I tried to
shrug it off and began walking to my room in the attic.
I held the guitar to me closely, clutching it as if my life
depended on its safety. My tears ran freely down my
cheeks now, my body shaking with my silent sobbing.
Finally, I got to my room. I sat on the bed,
thinking only of Damon. Oh, Damon, my love. If only
you were here now. I thought. My eyes were shut
tightly, so I didn't notice the figure perched on my
windowsill. There was a flash of lightning, followed by
an unusually loud bursting of thunder. Time seemed to
slow for the second that the lightning flashed,
illuminating everything. And in that moment in
suspended time, I saw a shadow fall across my floor. I
carefully set down the guitar, spending unnecessary
time making sure it was safe. The crow began to call
out very loudly. He flew over to the closed window and
began pecking at it, as if trying to open it. I helped the
crow out, unlatching the sliding lock on the window
and pushed it up.
The figure fell in through the window and
there was a thump as it hit the floor. I kneeled next to
the figure, put my hand on its shoulder and was just
about to roll it onto its back when-
Explosions… gunpowder…
The shot was intercepted by a dark-haired boy. A knife was imbedded in the
shooter and he fell. Suddenly the group of friends were surrounded. The leader –the
one that was stabbed- grabbed the knife from his stomach and tossed it away. No
blood. The dark-haired boy lay in the ground, struggling to get up. He was shot in
the chest and was loosing blood very quickly. He couldn't manage to get up and he
had to watch.
Watch as one by one his friends were murdered.
The girls were raped first.
Their attackers grinned through the whole thing. When they finished with the
dark-haired boy's friends they turned to him, two of the boys held him up, while
another shot a few rounds into various parts of his body. One by one the victims
were dropped into a nearby lake, where they were eventually found washed up on
the shore.
- Woa. What the HELL was that?! The figure was now laying on
his back and I could see his face.
Damon's face.
Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
I got home just before the cop did. The officer took
care of me after my parents died. They went just
before my boyfriend, Damon. They died naturally…
sort of. They were in a car crash, but Damon was
murdered. He and his group of friends were on their
way to my place to sneak me out –I was grounded at
the time- and they were sighted by some people they
pissed off earlier. The gang had guns, Damon and his
friends were mostly unarmed. Only Damon had a knife.
Tonight was Halloween. A year since he and my friends
were murdered.
A crow sat at my window, pecking at the sill. I
looked at it. It was raining and the poor creature was
stuck outside. I always had something with animals,
and it strangely improved when Damon died to the
point that I could almost read their thoughts. I opened
the window for it and it flew in, it was big for a crow. It
perched on my bed and shook the water off its
feathers, and then it let out a cry, sounding like a call. I
could almost hear it saying something. Calling
something to follow it. That's when the cop got home.
"I know you're here, Rave," He called
routinely, using my nickname. My real name was
Raven. "I got you something." He continued. I decided
since he got me a present I should come down. I made
my way out of my room, the crow deciding it should
come too, was perched on my shoulder. As I came into
the cop's view, he looked alarmed that I had a crow on
my shoulder. I always had birds, cats or dogs with me;
I don't know why the crow scared him so much.
"What is it?" I asked, questioning his fright. He
thought I was referring to the present.
"Well, I know tonight is probably gonna be hard
for ya… knowing what happened last year… Anyway, I
got ya a present." He handed me a guitar case. I
opened it and pulled out an electric guitar identical to
Damon's old one. "It was Damon's. I tracked it down. I
thought that it would be easier if you had something of
his with you." I put down the guitar and hugged him,
making the crow fly off and perch on the couch. He
hugged back.
"Thank you." I said, tears streaking my face,
making black tracks down my cheeks from my black
eye shadow. The crow flapped its wings and it was
once again on my shoulder. This seemed to disturb the
cop more. "What's the matter with you, Albrecht?" I
asked using his last name, what everybody calls him.
He shakes his head.
"Nothing. You'd think I was crazy… Hell, I do."
He replied and walked off to the kitchen. I tried to
shrug it off and began walking to my room in the attic.
I held the guitar to me closely, clutching it as if my life
depended on its safety. My tears ran freely down my
cheeks now, my body shaking with my silent sobbing.
Finally, I got to my room. I sat on the bed,
thinking only of Damon. Oh, Damon, my love. If only
you were here now. I thought. My eyes were shut
tightly, so I didn't notice the figure perched on my
windowsill. There was a flash of lightning, followed by
an unusually loud bursting of thunder. Time seemed to
slow for the second that the lightning flashed,
illuminating everything. And in that moment in
suspended time, I saw a shadow fall across my floor. I
carefully set down the guitar, spending unnecessary
time making sure it was safe. The crow began to call
out very loudly. He flew over to the closed window and
began pecking at it, as if trying to open it. I helped the
crow out, unlatching the sliding lock on the window
and pushed it up.
The figure fell in through the window and
there was a thump as it hit the floor. I kneeled next to
the figure, put my hand on its shoulder and was just
about to roll it onto its back when-
Explosions… gunpowder…
The shot was intercepted by a dark-haired boy. A knife was imbedded in the
shooter and he fell. Suddenly the group of friends were surrounded. The leader –the
one that was stabbed- grabbed the knife from his stomach and tossed it away. No
blood. The dark-haired boy lay in the ground, struggling to get up. He was shot in
the chest and was loosing blood very quickly. He couldn't manage to get up and he
had to watch.
Watch as one by one his friends were murdered.
The girls were raped first.
Their attackers grinned through the whole thing. When they finished with the
dark-haired boy's friends they turned to him, two of the boys held him up, while
another shot a few rounds into various parts of his body. One by one the victims
were dropped into a nearby lake, where they were eventually found washed up on
the shore.
- Woa. What the HELL was that?! The figure was now laying on
his back and I could see his face.
Damon's face.