I was deeply lost in slumber. Listening to the crackle of fire, smelling the harsh sent of smoke and feeling the sweet sensation of my skin burning. I cry out in pleasure.... Suddenly I feel myself being shaken,
"Raven, wake up, wake up Raven" my eyes bolt open. I look around and see Rosetta standing in her torn bra and underwear covered in blood.
"What is it Ro" I ask as I roll over
"Your alarm didn't go off" she said
"Would it kill you to get dressed" I ask as I peak an eye open and gaze again at her bare torn up skin
"That's an unfair choice in words" she furrows her eyebrows and tucks what's left of her black hair behind her ear
"Sorry" I sit up, blow my matted black hair out of my face and pull my red comforter off of myself
"Your jeans are in the cereal cabinet, Arthur moved them last night" Rosetta informs me
"That stupid son of a bitch" I mutter "HAY ARTHUR, NEXT TIME YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME I'LL TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF THE REST OF THE WAY" I direct my threat up in the air to Arthur where ever he is
"Don't be like that" Arthur appears leaning against my black wallpapered wall his head leaned slightly to the left
"Why do you always cock your head to the left...oh ya because if you don't it'll come off" I fake laugh
"Nice hair. And watch it, next time I'll hang your bras off the street lamps on the road" he chuckles as he disappears again
"Bastered" I say as Rosetta leaves and I tear my shirt off and change into my black and white lace bra and a lace black shirt as well as my fishnet stockings and black skirt... I glance in the mirror and decide to put on my black short-shorts instead. After battling with my bed head for a half of an hour I get my hair pulled into a hot-mess of a bun...
I walk into the kitchen and take my pants out of the fucking cereal cabinet and not trusting Arthur I trow them into the laundry basket. As I pour my cereal a few eyes fall into the bowl "huffffff" I pout and look around, I take a deep breath and quietly say "Are you coming or not"
The lights flicker as my newest ghost appears... her eyes missing, deep black gouges replacing them she's dressed with torn light wash jeans, no shoes and a pink hanging top with a few tares from what I assume is stab wounds...she turns her head and does what I assume is looking around the room. Her head darts back to me quickly and then she cocks her head to the side, slowly she parts her mouth then evaporates into a thin mist...
"I hate it when they don't fucking speak" I look back to my cereal and see the eyes are gone "DAMN YOU LUCIFER AND YOUR SICK TRICKS" I hold both my middle fingers in the air then resume to eat my 'eye-candy'
Yes I see ghosts, I think of it as Lucifer's way of showing me I'm meant to be his bride. Some ghosts are natural talkers like Rosetta, some can move objects right away like Arthur and some take time to be able to speak like 'Eyeholes' there. There are more ghosts that I see it's just that these 3 I see every single morning... It's not that bad, surprisingly they can be helpful sometimes.
"Raven-"
