RANDOM ONESHOTS

[7]

(Another Short one)

(Ravens P.O.V)

   It was around 12 pm, I  lie quietly but awake in my bed, the sheets covering my feet. The pillow rests between the back of my head and the mattress. I question my life decisions - why did I make them? Who caused that incident that nearly ended my life? Why does my head hurt? Did I remember to wash my clothes? Why did I intend to make that decision? Here I am lying in bed, allowing my sorrows to consume me. The ceiling fan is spinning, blowing air into my face while my significant other sleeps soundly next to me.

The car I loved so much is long gone, and it was one of my favorites ever since I was seventeen. Of course, someone had to come and destroy it. They made the whole situation into a court case since apparently the accident was intentional. They wanted to hit me or, in other words, kill me, and I wasn't sure why.

Since sustaining the injury, I have had great difficulty moving around and comprehending what others are saying to me.

I loathe what that person did to me, but I don't desire revenge. I merely hope to never see or hear from them again. I was sitting up, rubbing my head once more looking around the room.

I observed some pictures of me and my wife on the dresser, as well as some of her perfumes and facial products. I also saw a soccer ball on the floor that I presume must have been mine. And in the mirror, where the dresser was, there were a couple of pictures of our peers, siblings, and other important people in our lives.

Next to me, I heard a shuffle; it was my wife. Clutching my arm tightly, she refused to let go. I didn't know whether she was scared or just wanted another mattress to lay on, I chuckled at the pun I made.

Once she had relaxed and fallen back asleep, I laid my head back and stared at the ceiling, watching the moonlight reflect off the window. It was pretty.

I had closed my eyes trying to fall into a deep slumber. I failed terribly.

I observed her for a moment longer before kissing her lightly on the cheek, embracing her, and finally falling asleep myself.