Author's Note:

MUST READ! Okay, so in the first chapter, I mentioned that Raven's aunt would help Kori plan the baby shower. Well, I took that out because I had a change in plot. (And let me tell you, it was for the better, too.) So you don't necessarily have to go back and read it, I'm just warning you.

Anyways, here's my next installment for Not Your Average Teenage Fairytale! Enjoy!

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Chapter 3

Darkness Comforts

After the whole nasty break up incident, I avoided going home. I was ready to cry. If my aunt saw me like this, I would have to explain what had just happened, and I wasn't ready nor in the mood to. I could only take one thing at a time, especially in the state I was in.

Instead I went to my childhood "playhouse." When my mom was still alive, they were planning on tearing down this really old apartment building that we lived down the street from. For some unknown reason, they never did and all plans to demolish the building were forsaken. So as a child, I was of course curious and went to check it out. I explored each crack and crevice, not a single area was left undiscovered. It became my second home.

I had broken off the lock to the front door by the time I was five, so it didn't take much to get in. I opened the door and walked inside the semi-dark building. The dark never bothered me, even when I was little. In fact, it fascinated me. I used to find the darkest corners and hid in them whenever I was scared or feeling lonely. Most people think that darkness means loneliness. For me, it was the friend I never had.

Over the years, I did gain a couple friends, a couple of months before my mom died. She was so proud of me and was always arranging play dates and such. But no matter what, I always turned to the darkness for comfort. It was the one that shielded me from the harsh facts of reality. The dark would guard me; it kept me safe. I would come up with fantasies, my own little world where I was happy.

When my mom died, I completely neglected my friends. They eventually abandoned me, calling me a "gothic freak." But I didn't care. In my world, they didn't exist. My mom was alive and my dad had actually stayed with us. In my world, he took me to theme parks and bought me cotton candy. He did what any normal father would do.

One day, I realized that fantasizing wasn't going to bring my mom back. It wasn't going to turn my father into something he wasn't. It wasn't going to make everyone like me and get me tons of friends. The darkness was all a hoax. I had wasted precious hours that I could've spent with my mom when I was fantasizing in the darkness.

So I stopped. The last day I had come here was when I was eight; a year after my mother had died.

So why was I back? Even though I knew it wouldn't do anything, I still wanted to go and sit in a dark corner. Just like you think hiding underneath a blanket will keep you safe from the creepy crawlies in your closet. A hoax, but a comforting one.

I walked down the dull, old corridors and made my way to the staircase. The railings were rusted and pieces of drywall littered the floor. I started to climb the steps, heading to my favorite place in the whole entire building: Room 16B. They had a huge bathtub that I used to curl up in and cry my heart out when I was sad. One time when I was in that room, I found a necklace. It was the most beautiful thing a six-year-old could have. The string was black leather, soft from being worn so much. The clasp was silver and the trinket hanging from it was a blue green orb inside a silver spiraling sphere. I wore it everyday, parading it around for everyone to see.

I was still wearing it. I fingered the necklace, which I never took off, not even when I went to bed. The only time I ever took it off was when I either went swimming or was taking a shower.

Why was the necklace so special you ask?

Because I found it the very day my mother died.

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I was walking home; the sun had set hours ago. I had at least four miles to walk before I got back home. I was exhausted and my eyes stung from all the crying that I've been doing lately. I had no idea how I was going to explain how late I was to my aunt, and could only imagine the scolding I would get. Then again, I deserved being yelled at. For everything.

I saw a group of teenagers – I recognized them from school – and they were all leaving an ice cream parlor. It was obviously a group date; there was an equal amount of girls and boys. They were all laughing over some joke and I had the strong urge to run over there and laugh with them. I wanted to laugh all my problems away. My throat tightened as I realized that I would probably never get to be as happy as them again. More tears spilled onto my cheeks and I frowned. I was seriously getting annoyed with all this crying.

I wiped them away with the back of my wrist and kept walking. I walked past the happy teens cursing them as I went. Why couldn't I be happy like them? Why did I have to be so stupid?

I walked down the sidewalk, wishing that the darkness of the night could comfort me like it used to. I wished that all my fantasies could become reality. I wished that I could be normal again.

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Author's Comments:

Eh. Depressing chapter. XP In fact, all of them have been depressing so far. To tell the truth I'm getting a bit tired of that. Sadly, I have to keep up with the depressing for now. But don't worry! It'll get happier either the chapter after next or the one after that one. So basically, wait until chapter 5 or 6. ^^;

Sorry if you feel I wasted your time with this chapter. It's basically just her thoughts. I had to get it out though.

All the darkness reference came from the song that I'm currently addicted to Dance in the Dark by Lady Gaga. Even though this doesn't have much to do with the song. . .

The comparison of light and dark came from a poem I wrote once.

Anyways, let's see the reviews I got last chapter!

Keily Bee: Okay, reviews for each chapter:

Prologue: Well, I actually did suspect Malchior to be the father...Mostly becaus ein the description you said something about a father staying, but her babys dad not. That made me think, well obviously BB isn't the dad then. Hehe, sorry, kind of ruined the ending for me.

Chapter 1: I like Raven's character so far, she seems a bit strong with little gaps were weekness show. She's a little OOC, but I can get over that.

Chapter 2: Yeah, Malchior can be a douche. Didn't really like the break-up scene, but maybe it's because it was so abrupt...It was still good though, it was just a thing were I was like "Hmm..."

Overall, I'll keep reading, I want to see where this goes. Hope you review soon!

Prologue: That's your own fault. Lol, jk. Sorry I made it obvious.

Chapter 1: Well, she's not so uptight because this is an alternate universe so she's not so monotone.

Chapter 2: I know what you're saying. The break up scene was so abrupt because it's like "Wow. My life changed that fast? Unbelievable!"

I hope you liked this update!

Downward Spiral 1: Knew it! I f***** hate that guy. Nice last line actually, it put good emphasis on how much of a jerk Malchior is. You have yet to disappoint, which is really good at the third chapter, I usually give up on the second chapter. This is my second favorite story besides 'Taking Over Me' by Demon of the Night, who inspired me to write fanfiction, so thats a big accomplishment!

Hmmm. I must read that. It sounds good. Anyways, thanks! That's means a bunch! I feel so special right now! *turns away* I'm not crying! Lol, jk. But seriously, thank you so much! I hope I never disappoint you.

Chittychittybangbang16: See ya? see ya? She told him she was having his baby and all he can say is-see ya? What a king douche bag. I love it, can't wait for more.

He could've at least said "See ya later." XD

Wonderless Angel: Omg I hope her friends don't treat her like that...

*makes weird arm gestures* You shall see . . .

Okay. Let's go for 15 reviews! That's only 4 reviews for this chapter! If you exceed that, great!

Until next time~!