Authors note. Writers block sucks. Anyway please review! Anywhere from a word to a paragraph works. That and I like to be able to open my email and something fun actually be there. Anyway sorry for the wait and enjoy!
Raven helps me up the hill and towards the house. My house.
Memories flood my mind. I look at the lawn, the same lawn I danced across with my father. And the mail box... where my world went dark. So not all my memories of this place are good...
Raven smirks at me, I know he is reading my mind. Seeing my memories along with me. There would have been I time where I would be angry at him for invading my thoughts, but I understand. He can't help it.
Then I remember the pain in my gut.
"Hurts..." I mutter. Raven nods and gets me to the door.
"What if they don't live here anymore?" I fret.
"Only one way to find out." Raven says. Then he rings the doorbell.
My mother opens the door and stares.
My mouth feels dry, my mind is blank. What do I say? I lived? No, too apathetic. I'm home? I don't even know what home is anymore so that won't work. Thankfully I don't have to break the silence.
"Lori?" My mother gasps. Then she pulls me into a tight embrace. I can feel tears on my neck as she cries. I feel a tear slide down my own cheek.
"I thought I lost you." My mother whispers. I just hold her close.
"Where's papa?" I ask.
"He didn't make it." My mother cries. I cry with her. I don't even feel the pain in my stomach anymore. After a while Raven clears his throat.
"Who are you?" My mother asks as she pulls away from me. Raven dodges her question.
"Do you have a first aid kit?" He asks.
"Of course, why would you ask that?" My mother says. Raven just gestures to my stomach. There is a giant bloodstain on the front of my shirt. Along with a hole left behind by the knife. My mother gasps.
"Oh my goodness! What happened?" She says.
"Well, she was stabbed," Raven starts. "Then she fell out of the sky."
My mother looks horrified.
We are ushered into my house and I am put down on the couch. My mother runs off to get some linen (for wrapping the wound. Per Ravens request), and the first aid kit. Raven starts to lift the bottom of my shirt so can see the wound, but he stops.
"So your mothers kind of uptight..." he says. I nod.
"Would she get angry if I saw your stomach?"
I almost burst out laughing, then I realize how relevant his question is. My mother has never let me be alone with a boy, let alone a boy seeing my stomach.
I shrug, helpless.
Then my mother walks in. I have never see Raven look uncomfortable, and I submit that feeling to memory because, well, why not. I would laugh but the pain in my stomach makes laughter an irrelevant thing.
"Mrs. Wilcox," Raven starts, "permission to... um... treat you daughter?"
My mother nods. Raven lifts my shirt and folds it across my chest.
"Shouldn't I call 911?" My mother asks.
"No." Raven and I say at the same time.
"Why not?" My mother asks.
"It's better for the world to believe that we are dead." Raven states.
"Young man what is your name?" My mother snaps.
"Derek." Raven responds. I look at him. Who the hell is Derek?
Raven apparently.
Raven fills up a syringe and injects something into my bloodstream.
"What is that?" I ask.
"Something to make you sleep. One, you need sleep. Two, this next part is gonna hurt." He says.
Then I fall asleep.
-•-
Amber sits outside of the Wilcox home. She watches Mrs. Wilcox care for her sleeping daughter through a window.
Amber watches Raven flying in the sky, scanning the ground for intruders, doctors, Erasers, anyone possibly there to kill them.
When she is sure Raven is looking the other way, she runs to the house and slips inside.
"I was safe in the school and Phoenix had to ruin that for me." Amber mutters to herself as she hides in the hallway leading to the dining room.
After a while Mrs. Wilcox walks in. Amber silently steps out of the shadows and places a knife against Mrs. Wilcox' neck.
Phoenix had hurt Amber, this was the only way Amber knows how to return the favor.