THE RAVEN . | eric draven

s1 e10

TW : MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM
we were at jason and anastasia's place. conveniently , their house was in detroit as well. chris and veronica insisted on coming. we were planning on killing t-bird tonight but we were deciding who was gonna go do it.

we were planning on two people going. all of us weren't going to participate until top dollar and all of his minions were in the same room together.

jason and anastasia had this long couch , big enough for all of us to fit on. loretta was smoking a cigarette that stinked up the whole house. eric had his arm around me while jason was pacing across the room. "i think me and eric should go." said veronica.

"no way." said jason. loretta smooshed her cigarette in an ashtray. "you're gonna get yourself killed." she said. "you're not immortal like us." veronica furrowed her eyebrows , annoyed with the both of them but she let it go.

"all of us birds of death have a good reason to destroy that motherfucker." said loretta. me and eric snickered at what she called us. "birds of death? is that what we're called now?" eric asked.

loretta shrugged. "i mean , it makes sense. all of us represent death in some sort of way." jason cleared his throat. "y'know , i'm putting together a reviving spell right now."

me and eric almost jumped at what he said. "so , if any of you want to revive a loved one , now's your chance." me and eric looked at each other and then back at him.

"well , jason , you and anastasia can .." jason cut eric off. "it's not her time yet .. our daughter. she's going to be revived when this city needs her the most." i tilted my head. "what do you mean by that?"

jason was about to speak but anastasia stopped him. "she's going to be a nightingale just like me." jason sighed. "right .. thank you , my dear." he kissed her hand and she smiled at him.

"also , loretta's husband can't be revived. he's been dead for way too long." he looked at me and eric and put his hands on his hips , waiting for an answer from us.

me and eric looked at each other and then looked back at him. "revive shelly." said eric. that was definitely not what we both were thinking. i knew i couldn't be mad about it but it still made me angry.

knowing the fact that eliza was never going to come back and eric doesn't actually love me and probably never will with shelly coming back , there was no point in me fulfilling this mission anymore now that eric has three more people on his side.

"i'm gonna go to the bathroom." i told everyone before making my way there. i slammed the door and locked it before taking a good look at myself in the mirror.

i took the pocket knife that i hid in my bra out and i popped it out. i sat down in the bathtub. the blade was an inch away from my arm. i started sobbing at the thought of having to leave eric and all of the friends i've made along the way.

but it had to be done. i wasn't going to be much use to them anymore. finally , i did it. i started making cuts all along my left arm first. i stopped crying at that point because of how numb i was to the pain.

i figured if i cut myself enough , i'd eventually bleed to death and die. i moved onto my right arm , cutting myself up like a cutting board. both of my arms were bleeding out now.

when it was all done , i decided to close my eyes , hoping my death would come faster.

after some time passed , i slowly started to open my eyes to the sound of the door getting pounded. i heard eric yell my name. "katrina! baby .. you okay?" i heard him breathing heavily as if he was about to cry.

"she's been in there for at least an hour." i heard veronica say. eric eventually knocked the door down. when he met eyes with me , his face was in horror.

"KATRINA!" he ran to me and got me out of the bathtub. he held me while i was on the floor. everyone else came into the room. "how could you do this to yourself?" he asked me while he was in tears.

"you don't .. love me .." i said , barely getting my words out. eric furrowed his eyebrows as if i were crazy. "what do you mean , katrina?" he kissed me before saying :

"i love you. i'll always love you."

anastasia came towards me to tend to my wounds with some rubbing alcohol. i hissed at the burning. "just stay still. it's so the wound won't become infected." she reassured me.