Summer of the Raven

by deceptikittylove

My name is Xavier Raven Summer. After I was ten my life became bad. I was bullied constantly as well as abused twice a week. I'm fifteen now and I can't believe I woke up in the past of a different universe. I want to know: How will I get home? How did I get here? will I want to go back? and most important will I live?

I am not going to put in the accent. This is my first Black Butler fanfiction. Constructive Criticism is welcome.

I loved summer in Scotland. It was so beautiful. I loved to look at the large expanse of land so bright and green. I loved to look at all the things that happened in town and to see the castles not up close and personal but from a distance. It's obvious I love the place I grew up in until I was ten. I moved to America to live with my mother and step-father. I hated it. Nobody liked me, they were always mean to me. My father died when I was twelve. I wish he never died because then the beatings wouldn't have happened and I would have been able to see Scotland again. I want to see it again all the beauty and enjoy it but all I can do is draw it.

I have an photographic memory so I remember my life that happened for the last fourteen years. I maybe fifteen but I don't remember what happened from when I was born to my first birthday. I can remember three days after my first birthday to now my fifteenth birthday. My father gave me my name which is Xavier Raven Summer. I refuse to take my step-father's last name and I have everyone call me Raven. I won't respond to my step-father's last name. I like music and art the most.

I did pretty good in school. The school day was just as good as every day. I came home did my homework and helped my mom with the laundry and dinner. "How was your day?" Vera, my older step-sister, asked. " Same as it is every day. Why?" I asked her. "I was just wondering, I saw you smiling around fourth hour." She said. "My math teacher said I was doing very well and now have an A in her class." I said and I could feel everyone glaring at me. "What?" I asked. "Nothing." My mother responded stiffly. After dinner I went to my room and turned on my music to work on my project for art as it is always the last of my homework.

I made sure the volume was low as the song started to play:

On the graves of the ones remembered
In a desert we call home
All the slaves of the cold December
Find a voice to call their own

Stand up we are united
In the eyes of the greatest storm
Line up we are ignited
This world will be reborn in
Five, four, three, two, one

This is new year's day
So rise from the ashes
Faith will find a way
Like lightning crashes

We'll keep marching on and on and on
It's new year's day
So rise from the ashes

Ring a bell so the serpent hears us
Let her know that we're tried and true
No the beasts, they won't get near us
And we're not scared of you

Light 'em up now
Start the countdown in
Five, four, three, two, one
Let's go!

This is new year's day
So rise from the ashes
Faith will find a way
Like lightning crashes
We'll keep marching on and on and on

It's new year's day
So rise from the ashes

Let the eagle fly
Freedom in the night
Let the eagle fly
Legends never die

Five, four, three, two, one

This is new year's day
So rise from the ashes
Faith will find a way
Like lightning crashes

We'll keep marching on and on and on
It's new year's day
So rise from the ashes

Ooh
So rise from the ashes

I had finished the project and put it in my backpack and turned off my music and got ready for bed. That's when my step-father came in and started hitting me. I fell unconscious and didn't wake for awhile. When I started to wake up I heard movement, like someone walking towards me and I realized I was laying on something hard. I felt something touch my face so I automatically I opened my eyes and saw a man in front of me who was talking to someone. "Undertaker, what is it?' A voice asked off to my right. "She's not dead."