AN: Short little drabble done in my spare time. Enjoy. :)
Once upon a time, a raven looked out of her cage and wished she knew where the world had gone this time, and why it left her behind again.
Rain pelted down on the window pane of the small violet room. Marble sized drops of water formed rivers and creeks, gliding down the glass with a sort of eerie perfection in their movement. Lightning flickered through the steely grey sky, and for a second, the whole world lit up. It wasn't like the "lit up" that the sun provided, though; it was a bittersweet wish that only made everything worse, like an impulse to push somebody off a roof. She looked out that riverbed-like window and realized she couldn't bring herself to sigh anymore. She had done so much of that today. Every crackle of electricity made her feel a bit more melancholy, like maybe this storm would never end. Every gust of wind and sheet of rain made her feel even more like something, sometime, somewhere had gone wrong, and the Earth was taking it out on her little town again.
With the power out and her parents both at work, she was at loose ends. She couldn't find the energy to embark on yet another of her fabulous adventures to bust boredom (clean her room, write a story, knit a space shuttle, etc...), so instead, she sat at her window and stared at the rain, wondering what all the homeless do on days like this. Lightning shot across the sky again in a huge fork, leaving a temporary mark on her retinas. She blinked a few times, rubbing her face and not looking out the window anymore. Storm watching was, as she had discovered, a thankless, fruitless task. So, she slid off her bed sheets and pulled her slippers on, making her way to the little desk and mirror that she loosely considered a vanity, mostly because it had a couple make-up boxes on it and was where she applied the stuff. She perched on the purple cushion of the chair and picked up a hairbrush, pulling it through her long raven-coloured hair. The black strands fell limply over her shoulders and back. So much for "Extra Volume!" shampoo.
She turned back to her bed and looked out again at the raging weather. It made for such a lonely, deprived feeling. This was one of those nights that you spend nuzzled up to his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair and tells you it's a beautiful day as long as he's with you. But she had nobody. She didn't even have her friends, those people who used to bring her everywhere. But in the last few months, she hadn't heard much from them. They'd arrive at school wearing new matching outfits and talking about boys she didn't know, giggling over jokes she didn't get. They tolerated her. That was just it. They plainly and simply tolerated her. She wasn't actually anything to them, and that was a hard fact. Somewhere along the line, they'd sped up and left her behind again, left to some new place she didn't know. Then again, it wasn't the first time it had happened.
So the pretty purple raven looked sadly out of the windows of her cage, running her claws through her feathers, idly longing for somebody who was left behind as well.
