The Journey to Escaping Darkness (Book 1)

Chapter 37

^^^^^^^^Walter T. Perez

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We woke up around eight a.m. We packed up everything, which wasn't much. We cleaned up the place. We cleaned up. The drive was a few hours. I figured I'd sleep the whole way. It was about nine when we finally got in the car.

I wasn't going to put myself through the pain of walking through the house again. I knew what that house looked like. Half the memories I had there haunt me. To be frank, they all haunt me in some way or another.

I sat in the car waiting for Oliver. He said he wanted to get a few things to take with us back to the castle. I didn't mind.

It was nine thirty when he finally got in the car. He hopped in looking eager to get going. I looked at him giving him a are you kidding me look.

He looked at me dumbly. You know that look that all guys have when their completely clueless. "What did I do now?" He asked automatically on the defense.

"What did you need to get that took that long?" I asked him a bit annoyed with him. At nine thirty in the morning I shouldn't be angry at him, but I've been angry at him at an earlier time. I guess it was the nature of our relationship.

"I was looking around, damn women." He said cranking the car looking forward no longer at me. He backed up the green hideous car agonizingly slow.

"First off, don't talk to me that way. I could have you hanged with the snap of my fingers. And could you make this car move any slower?" I said in a tone I had never used with Oliver.

He wasn't fazed, like always. He saw right threw me. I hated it.

He stopped the car immediately after I said that. "Does this answer your question?" He asked in a smart ass tone.

"Oliver, don't mess with me today." I warned him. Today was a day that had as much good as bad in it.

"What's so important about today, Raven?" He asked me with anger wrapping around the words. I shook my head not wanting to talk about it. "Raven, it feels like you're hiding things from me. I don't like it. We've opened up to each other before."

"I know, Oliver." I responded dryly.

"Then why not now?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

"Just drop it!" I shouted sick of going back and forth like children. I was getting overwhelmed.

He shook his head defeated backing out of the drive way and speeding off back home.

When I glanced back at the house I realized how haunted the house looked. It was with my memories. That place used to be so full of life. That only last for a short while. After a few months is when things were going down hill. Now the place was lifeless and full of the memories that killed me. That place was a death sentence. My soul would forever sing a sad and lonely anthem. I was hollow inside.

I wish I knew how to get it all back. I was trying. My wings weren't completely broken. I was fighting to fly out of this dark place that I call my reality.

I closed my eyes trying to drift off. I slowly fell asleep.

"This is it." I grabbed the gun with my shaking hand. I was standing back watching myself do this. I kept crying out don't do it, but she didn't hear.