Post by Raven on Jul 23, 2007 21:42:40 GMT
It was a rather Stormy Mid Morning and Raven sat at the foot of his bed, staring at the strange box that often showed people on it and made noise, The TV as those who know what it is call it. He still had on his White Night Shirt that went down to his feet almost, his bare feet hanging off the side of the bed. He could care less about the Lightning flashing from outside the single window to the room, or the Thunder rolling across the sky, he just wanted to get out of this place, to reach Heaven, to see his Family again. He cursed the boy that bumped into him, causing him to fall out of the tunnel and down onto his bed. He cursed his Uncle for killing him and his whole family, he cursed having no memory of what his Mum looked like, or his Sister, or his Father. He cursed not knowing his name.
Though he wanted his Mum badly, and would often cling to Living Women that often stayed in his room, praying for one of them to see him, to gladly take him as their son, regardless of whether or not he was dead. He was also hoping that one of them would help him move on, for he so desperatly wanted that. A tear rolled down his cheek as he watched a husband & Wife enter his room and place there baggage next to him on the bed.
He paid no attention to them, just sat, watching as a Spirit also entered the room. He turned his back to the Spirit, who often spoke to him, and wiped a tear with the sleeve of his Nightshirt. How could his Uncle kill him like that? He knew his Uncle Killed him. How had he killed him? He held a Pillow tightly against his face, causing him to be unable to breath. He remembered fighting, trying to shout, trying to push this man off him, and finally, he remembered the tunnel, the light, he was dead.
He hated that, being dead. He remembred that boy bumping into the back of him, and him tumbling from the tunnel and back onto the bed. He remembered when he awoke, so many Months later, to see Snow on the window pane outside, and a new boy calling Raven's room his own. He remembered wandering into the Pub and overhearing them talking about how the two youngest children where smothered in there sleep, and how the owner and his wife, the kids parents, where stabbed to death. He should've been happy to hear that his Uncle got hung two days later, but he wasn't. He just wanted to move on. He snapped back to reality now and jumped as the Box turned on, a man calling himself Dr. Who could be seen on the Box along with a pretty young blonde haired girl.
He had seen that man & Lady, loads of times, but today, he didn't care. He just stood up and walked out of his room, passing right through the door, and down the stairs leading to the Pub. Obviously someone had seen him, for they pointed in his direction and said something along the lines of "Did you see that? A boy in a dress just walked down the stairs." Raven felt like shouting he was not wearing a Dress, that it was a Nightshirt, but he didn't. he just made his way to the table he always sat at and sat down, watching the crowd of living and dead people talk amongst eachother.
Though he wanted his Mum badly, and would often cling to Living Women that often stayed in his room, praying for one of them to see him, to gladly take him as their son, regardless of whether or not he was dead. He was also hoping that one of them would help him move on, for he so desperatly wanted that. A tear rolled down his cheek as he watched a husband & Wife enter his room and place there baggage next to him on the bed.
He paid no attention to them, just sat, watching as a Spirit also entered the room. He turned his back to the Spirit, who often spoke to him, and wiped a tear with the sleeve of his Nightshirt. How could his Uncle kill him like that? He knew his Uncle Killed him. How had he killed him? He held a Pillow tightly against his face, causing him to be unable to breath. He remembered fighting, trying to shout, trying to push this man off him, and finally, he remembered the tunnel, the light, he was dead.
He hated that, being dead. He remembred that boy bumping into the back of him, and him tumbling from the tunnel and back onto the bed. He remembered when he awoke, so many Months later, to see Snow on the window pane outside, and a new boy calling Raven's room his own. He remembered wandering into the Pub and overhearing them talking about how the two youngest children where smothered in there sleep, and how the owner and his wife, the kids parents, where stabbed to death. He should've been happy to hear that his Uncle got hung two days later, but he wasn't. He just wanted to move on. He snapped back to reality now and jumped as the Box turned on, a man calling himself Dr. Who could be seen on the Box along with a pretty young blonde haired girl.
He had seen that man & Lady, loads of times, but today, he didn't care. He just stood up and walked out of his room, passing right through the door, and down the stairs leading to the Pub. Obviously someone had seen him, for they pointed in his direction and said something along the lines of "Did you see that? A boy in a dress just walked down the stairs." Raven felt like shouting he was not wearing a Dress, that it was a Nightshirt, but he didn't. he just made his way to the table he always sat at and sat down, watching the crowd of living and dead people talk amongst eachother.
