My Burning Memory

My Mistress, Caged Within

Sebastian's Point of View

     I watched Rayven violently thrash around, in her hospital bed, as she fell into another panic attack. Counting all of them, from today, she's had three and I could tell that she was not coping well. 

     Ever since Misses Phantomhive was announced deceased, Rayven's appetite became increasingly smaller, her schoolwork would never be completed, socializing became a forgottten activity, favorite hobbies weren't seen as often anymore, and sleep became a fear.

    I watched Rayven grow from an exciting and energized child to a depressed and antisocial teenager. Quite unfortunate, if I must say. I worry that with a new family, Rayven will still refuse to accept her family and let them help.

     Now, I stand beside her bed in which she enters into a deep coma. Her heavy panting became a steady pulse. A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I grab her limp hand, very much wanting to help her through it.

     "Miss Rayven, you may or may not hear me, but I'd prefer if you could listen. I apologize for not finding the correct treatment, in time, to help you. As you may see, or realize by now, you are in a coma from your extreme fear of flashbacks.

     "In anycase, I will inform your new family of your conditions, this also means that I am entitled to contacting your step-father. Therefore, they can come to an agreement of what to do with you for the time being.

     "Do not worry about being lost, you must keep hope that you'll return to us again. I bid you a farewell until I see you again, Miss Rayven," I quickly pecked her forehead and silently left the room, feeling guilty for leaving my mistress behind.

     In the waiting room sat The Host Club, their heads hung low. As I approached, they raised their heads and their eyes seemed to glimmer with hope. I gave a small shake of the head and fully explained my mistress' condition. 

     The majority began to cry while the rest looked mildly depressed, no longer showing their boundless excitement.I took one final glance at the group of teenagers and left the blindingly white hospital, preparing myself for the long trip back to England.

     I walked to the Ootori household and thought about what my master would've done in this situation, seeing that I haven't informed him yet. That brough to mind the though of Miss Rayven's mother, what would her reaction be? 

     I continued walking and shortly arrived before the grand estate. I decided that I'd inform Yoshio of his daughter's condition and prepare to leave, if he'd allow me to.

     As I entered into the colorless household, two of the Ootori sons glanced at me with confusion and concern.

     "Where's Kyoya and Rayvven? Surely they'd be home by now," Akito stated from the dining room, motioning for me to walk closer. I stood beside the table and announced it right as Yoshio walked in,

     "Rayven is currently in the hospital, as we speak, and has entered into a coma after another panic attack. Past doctors and therapists could not come to a resolution with her condition and may, therefore, remains in the hospital for quite some time. Kyoya and their colleagues are with her now, sir," I bowed and stood up, their faces written in concern, dismay, and disappointment. 

     What else am I supposed to tell them? 'She's never going to wake up'?

     "How long ago was this?" Yoshio murmured. I looked at my pocket watch and turned to him with a blank expression, hiding my concern for the young mistress,