Well, heres chapter 4! I haven't had any review other than my friends... -.- I hope that changes. Anyways... I know this isn't the best, nor is it very long... but enjoy!
After we made our blood ties, we talked for a while... Trying to steer clear of the topic of death.
Once they were having a conversation of their own, I snuck out of their eye sight and went to talk to some other girls. Most were crying their eyes out about how they were never going to see their boyfriends again, or not watch the last episode of the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" re-runs before they died. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, humming to myself and trying to appear calm on the outside; where as on the inside... I was as much of a mess as the others.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small girl with dark black hair sitting alone, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her hair was cropped short around her neck, and choppy bangs. She wore normal clothes and a hat, which tried to hide her dark green eyes. She looked no older than 13, and seemed to be giving off an insecure aura.
I creeped my way over to her and sat down beside her, smiling. "Hi, I'm Nikki."
She girl didn't even acknowledge me. She kept on looking down, and then finally said, "Raven."
"Raven? As in the bird?"
She rolled her eyes and fixed her bangs. "No, as a tree frog. Yes a bird, idiot."
I nodded, feeling intrigued and satisfied. This girl wasn't going to be the first to die, I could tell. Raven opened her mouth slightly, as if to tell me something. She closed it quickly and bit her bottom lip, looking on the verge of something.
"Are you alright?" I asked, concern filling my heart. You could tell this girl was miserable, just by the way she held herself and the way she looked down. I felt so horrible for her... What of she had a sister like Cassie? And a mom and a dad waking for her back home? "You'll see them again..." I murmured. "I can tell your going to win this."
Her eyes brightened at the idea and she smiled, a small smile that was barely noticeable. "Yeah..."
"You parents have faith in you."
She scoffed and sounded vexed, "My parents? Pfft. I'm not going to home to them..." she shifted her weight and made small circles in the ground. "I don't HAVE parents..."
"Oh... I'm sorry..." I mumbled, "I had no idea."
Raven rolled her eyes and stood up. "Yeah, no one ever does. They always go, 'Hey look! It's Raven! She spunky daughter of the mayor!" She scoffed and put her hands in her pockets.
I got confused. "I thought you didn't have any parents..."
"Oh, I do. If that's what you'd call them. They never pay attention to me... Real parents pay attention to their children. I doubt they even cared my name was called. In my opinion? They were glad. One less mouth to feed..." she shrugged her shoulders and picked a rock on the ground.
"I'm sure that's not true..." I said re-assuringly. "Your parents are doing the best they can!"
Raven sneered at me and tossed her hood over her head. "It isn't good enough."
You could practically feel the misery radiating off of her. "Well... Then you just have you accept it."
"What do you mean?"
I took a deep breath. "Well... Your parents are trying the best they can. They love you no matter what... And they're probably miserable right now, worried sick about you. Try and understand where they are coming from. Your they're own flesh and blood... They have to care about you."
She smiled faintly, and started to walk away. "Thanks... I like you, Nikki." Stuffing her hands in her back pockets, she walked out of my sight.
I nodded and let out a small sigh. I hate seeing people a sad as she was... She was just flat out pathetic.
But I totally understood where she was coming from.
After my fathers death... My mom was withdrawn and sullen. She never talked to me, much less acknowledge my presence. She never looked at Cassie, and stayed hauled up in her room. I started to feel like the mom. Making food for Cassie, doing the laundry, an putting her to bed. the pressure had gotten too much.
That's how I'd obtained the three scars on my left arm.
Around that time... I had been reading after another day of being a 'teenage mother.' Cassie had come into my room and asked me to read to her. I agreed, and did exactly what she wanted me too. One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish. It was her favorite...
After I had kissed her goodnight, I went into my moms room to check on her, like I did every so often. She was as still as a rock, the covers moving slightly along with her breaths. It was the same position she had been in this morning. From where I was standing, she looked like he had been in bed all day. Keeping to her self, wallowing in the greif.
Something snapped in me right then. I don't know what, and I don't know how... But it did. I started to cry and ran downstairs, where I sliced my arms 3 times with the nearest pair of scissors. And at that moment, all I could think about was that pain. The physical pain...
I regretted it later, And never did it again. I was tempted, sometimes, but I never actually went through with another pair of scissors.
This girl probably felt the same way... Ditched, alone, upset... And my heart ached for her. She knew that only one person was going to come out of this... And she had already come the conclusion that it wasn't going to be her. That's another thing we had in common, only I was going to something she wasn't.
I wasn't going to go down without a fight.
Hope you liked! My sister is making me get off... she needs to do her homework. SHES HAD ALL DAY... AGGGGGGGG- See you next time!