A Raven- ON HOLD

A Raven

“You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.”

― Mark Twain, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court 

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Prologue

It happened so quickly- too quickly for my brain to comprehend.

The driver honked his car horn in warning as he swerved on the slippery ice. It was too late to react as I should have. I was too late. The car collided into mine and it was over.

The glass in the window shattered into a thousand tiny pieces, some so small to be visible. The shards scattered on the cement road. Usually the typical cliché of dying was seeing stars, but all I saw was the scattered glass spread out on the street.

Pain.

That’s all that I thought about- pain.

Physical pain is hard to remember after it’s over, as it doesn’t linger, but even I knew that this pain would stay in my mind as an everlasting reminder of my stupid mistake.

People were shouting, alarmed at the sight set out before them. I cried out in pain. The impact of the crash was far too hard for my slim body to bear. The pain seemed to antagonizing for me to want to carry on.

When will I die? The question seemed to loom in my subconscious mind. When will I die?

Shouting.

Sirens.

People.

All of this surrounded me, making desperate, but seemingly slow actions, like time had stopped. If I could move I would have covered my ears and the loud noise.

“Get the boy out!” A voice screamed. It was then and only then that I realized that he was in the car with me. Oh god. I could barely move my head to see him, but I did anyways. And what I saw caused more pain that I thought was possible.

And then everything was done

Black.

Absent.

Finished.

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A/N: Hope you liked it so far. I don't have a beta reader, so bear with me in minor mistakes such. Love you guys :P (You love me back?)

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