When Two Different Worlds Collide

Chapter One

Chapter One

~RAVEN

"Ugh, what am I going to do? Prom is just a day away and I don't even have a dress yet?"

"Raven,honey, you still have the red one you used for your Talent Show last year, it fits you well."

I can hear the annoyance and pity in my moms voice while she was stroking my hair. Even that didn't calm me, I can't wear that dress, my classmates already saw it, they'll just bully me more if they see me wearing it again. I wore that dress for like 10 times already.

"Mom, are you serious? I can't wear that dress, I've wore that tons of times. And besides, I don't have any shoes that goes with it!"

"Hey sweety, what's the tension about?"

My dad came down the stairs and was wearing a wrinkled smile on his face. He won't understand what my problem is, it's a girl thing, but I could always try.

"Dad,I don't have anything to wear to Prom!"

"It's just a Prom, you can go there as you are, you look naturally pretty even without make ups and new dresses sweetheart."

I continued whining and gnawing at my parents until dad finally gave in

"Fine! Here's the deal, I'll buy you that dress but you'll have to wash the dishes for 3 weeks."

"That's it? That's as simple as counting! Of course I will! Oh my gosh thankyou thankyou thankyou so much daddy!!"

I tackled my dad for a hug, he bid farewell telling he'll come back for a few minutes with the dress. I was so happy I merely remembered that he said it would just be a few minutes. It's already 10:34 pm and he's not home yet, finally there was a knock on the door.

I opened it excitedly but was disappointed to see someone else. It was a police, but why?

"Is Mrs.Lopez home?"

The police asked with an odd expression. I called for mom and the three of us stood there awkwardly.

" Is there a problem officer?"

"I'm afraid there is Mrs.Lopez, your husband got into a fight because of stealing a dress at a shop, there was quite a misunderstanding between him and the man who saw the crime."

"Wha---what happened then? Where is he?"

My mom asked with a worried expression, I fidgeted with my hands not ready to hear the answer.

"Please don't be shocked of what I'm going to say,but I'm sorry, he was dead on arrival at the hospital. He refused to give the dress back and were chased by the people, unfortunately someone stabbed him with a knife. I'm really sorry for your loss."

" No, no, no!!!! "

My mom screamed and screamed. This cannot be happening, not because of me, it was all my fault.

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"No!!!!"

I woke up in a startle, beads of sweat cascading down my temple. I sat up controlling my breathing and panting.

I dreamt of it.....again. Why can't I just forget that? I searched for my phone and looked at the time; 3:17 am.

Great, now I'm interrupted from my beauty sleep.

I went down stairs and decided to go grab a glass of milk at the kitchen.

"Orange juice, pudding, beer...where the heck is the milk?"