BLOODHOUND ࿐ THE MIKAELSONS

11

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chapter eleven
"canary pt.2"
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Ravenna Russo would never be clean of sorrow. That was something she had come to learn, the times where she would stand in the grass barefoot to let the earth heal her didn't matter, when she would allow the droplets of rain to pour onto her skin had made her realise that she was lonely, and the rain was her only chance to be touched.

She had found herself praying again, despite her disbelief in any God in the heavens above. It was a way of her talking about her grief without anyone listening. She knew that if God was real, he had nothing to do with her. Still, her knees were raw and she wore a dainty cross around her neck.

One glance at her, you'd know she was a phoney. A girl begging to be saved, as if there was anything left of her to save.

There are times where Ravenna doesn't choose healing and makes the obscene, unforgivable decision of stubbornness instead. She falls into the instability of self-destruction and prolongs her sadness.

That was exactly what she was doing right now.

Ravenna had found herself in a dingy club bathroom, not only drunk on 10 glasses of straight vodka, but drunk on unspoken despair too.

She stole a glance at herself in the mirror, she no longer recognised her own reflection. She tried to convince herself that she was strong, that she could survive. As if the girl staring back at her with messy hair and wild eyes didn't tell a completely different story.

"You can do better than this." Her shame whispered in her ear.

Ever since the news of Giovanni's death, Ravenna took it upon herself to deal with it the only way she knows how - drinking. A three day bender now leaning onto four, she had disguised her partying with Kenji as her birthday celebration.

She didn't see herself in the mirror, she saw her father.

Her phone pinged, she reached into her back pocket and messily pulled it out, her hand trembling as she did so, causing the phone to stumble onto the dirty bathroom floor.

She groaned as she held onto the sink for balance and slowly crouched down to pick it up.

Ken: Where r u?

She squinted her eyes, her vision being too blurry to properly read the bright screen.

Me: Coming.

She left Kenji in the underground nightclub on his lonesome, which she wasn't worried about. She knew that by the time she came back he'd probably have a large group of people surrounding him, the man could make friends with a lamppost if he wanted to.

She stumbled out of the bathroom and spotted Kenji in the crowd, his arms around the shoulders of two girls who were shamelessly feeling him up. He whispered into the ear of the platinum blonde, words Ravenna had no intention of hearing.

Kenji perked up at the sight of Ravenna. "Rae!" He sang, although it was Ravenna's celebration, Kenji had gotten much more fucked up than her.

The rock music boomed through her eardrums as Ravenna sloppily pushed her way through the crowd of sweaty, dancing people. The sight of people publicly popping molly, sniffing cocaine from their car keys and drowning their liver with bottles of hard liquor was nothing new for her. In fact, this is where she felt the most at home.

Sure, she considered herself an introvert. But that has never stopped her from spending her nights surrounded by drunks and drugged up strangers before. Besides, she paid a lot for her fake ID, she was going to put it to use.