She slid under the covers, white-blonde hair peeking through. She groaned,
clutching her stomach, her eyes shut tightly, tears staining violently blue
bruises on her cheeks and under her eyes. "Raven," she murmured softly
through the covers. "Raven, honey, I need you now."
"Overdose," the young Hispanic man said, shaking his head sadly. "Young, white, female, between the ages of 18 and 25." The paramedics covered the ashen face with a plastic sheet. "Too bad," said his partner, noticing the pained look on his face. The other man covered his eyes, squeezing back tears. "Let's take her to the mortuary. Maybe somebody will identify her body." That night, someone died. Someone's soul floated through the white clouds to a peaceful eternity. That night someone lost their sister, friend, and daughter. That night, a four year old girl was lying on a pallet, sleeping peacefully, while her mother was getting murdered.
"Overdose," the young Hispanic man said, shaking his head sadly. "Young, white, female, between the ages of 18 and 25." The paramedics covered the ashen face with a plastic sheet. "Too bad," said his partner, noticing the pained look on his face. The other man covered his eyes, squeezing back tears. "Let's take her to the mortuary. Maybe somebody will identify her body." That night, someone died. Someone's soul floated through the white clouds to a peaceful eternity. That night someone lost their sister, friend, and daughter. That night, a four year old girl was lying on a pallet, sleeping peacefully, while her mother was getting murdered.
