Spookychild’s writings

She wished to be a little child, and none of this had happened. She wanted to be five again in her mom’s arms with the words in her ears. “Raven. Raven bird.” Her mom would say. “Raven bird, everything will be OK. Everything will be fine. “And it was always fine. When her mom said something would be OK; it would be fine. But not this time. This time it would not be OK. Raven cried till no tears remained. She stayed in a ball, her eyes closed, eventually falling asleep.

In Raven’s dream, she was in her room in her bed. Her mom was leaning over her. “Do you feel all right, raven?” Her mom asked her. Her mother’s face was concerned, and she was feeling Raven’s forehead.

“No, I feel awful.” Raven groaned and shut her eyes.

Her mom nodded. “OK, I’ll call out for you. Stay in bed, dear, and try to get some sleep. OK? “

Her mom was gone. Raven smiled grimly to herself. It had worked, and she could stay home, never answering the world’s questions. They would never know about Adam and his baby. The baby, Adam, she would name the baby Adam.

Raven was at the bay now looking towards San Francisco, on a golden hill, parked at the top in a car. It was Adam’s car, but Adam was not there, and Raven was alone. She could see San Francisco in front of a cloudless sky. Skyscrapers stretched up and touched the intense blueness. Unexpectedly there was a bright flash. Raven shut her eyes and ducked under the dashboard.

Raven awoke with a start. It was dark again, but as she watched, the shadows around the cave lessened. It was dawn; another day had passed, another day and another night. Raven wondered how long it would take to die from the lack of water. She was so thirsty it was the only thing she could feel. Her mouth was dry, and her lips cracked.

“I can’t stay here,” Raven thought as time passed. There were no other emotions or thoughts save one, “I have to get out.”