Life of Raven Black (February 19, 2008)

 

February 19, 2008

            I woke up early this morning with joy and happiness. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I laid back down and looked up at the ceiling. I thought about Jane and how I missed her so. I thought about how much I wanted out of the center. Just then the nurse came in my room and gave me breakfast. It was some healthy crap and a yogurt. I only ate the yogurt and drank the milk. Hospital food, I hate it.

“The people well be here at noon to pick you up.” The nurse said leaving the room. I knew what she meant by “people”. To tell you the truth I was anxious to find out who the new person was. Noon rolled around in no time and I was dressed and ready when they got here. I said goodbye to my nurse and doctor graciously and left with the people.

            When we got to the center, the men signed me in and the first person I saw was Mrs. Huntington. She was waiting in the café, to give me my shot. No one else was in the café when I got in and as soon as I got there the guards left to go stand watch at the door. Mrs. Huntington got out the needle and shoved it into my arm. I winced. She slowly pushed the liquid into my arm and leaned in close so only I could hear what she was about to say.

“I was so close.” She said. “I was so close to killing you. I wanted to so bad.” She said evilly.

“Why do you want to kill me so bad? What is it that you have against me?” I asked angrily.

“New highlights I see.” She said with eyes that would scare the s**t out of the devil. She’s crazy. She is f*****g crazy! I then realized that it has nothing to do with me, it is in her mind that I am the evil one here. She slowly pulled the needle out of my arm and pushed me away.

“Now get out of here, b***h.” She said whipping the needle of my blood. “Oh wait, Black, if you tell anyone about any of this, I will kill you.” I ran out of the café and down the hall to my room. I jumped on my bed and cried. I have turned in to such a little chicken s**t. I hated seeing myself so week. But what could I do? Nothing. I then heard a knock at my door and found a tired-looking, skinny, pale Jane standing in my doorway. I shot up and hugged her tight. She hesitated but eventually hugged me back. We both stood there crying for about 5 minutes, then she pulled away and starred at me. I also starred at her and she looked even worse up close. She now had very poorly dyed brown hair, huge bags under her eyes (definitely from weed), and she was even more skinny than I had thought. I looked at her with a worried face and she looked down obviously ashamed.

“What have you done to yourself?” I asked amazed at what I was looking at.

“I…I don’t know.” She stuttered nervously. I hugged her again.

“It’s ok. We are in this together now. Nothing else matters.” I pulled away and smiled at her. The rest of that day was just me and her hanging out and catching up.

Reviews

[Nita]

Good. Would like a bit more back story, but other than that good. "Week" should be "weak," though.