Raven in the Shadows

Chapter 7: Unhappy Ending

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So I basically spent my entire evening hiding from my sister. I soon lost track of time, when I heard my mom yell from the kitchen that dinner was ready just as I caught a whiff of what she made. Tacos.

As much as I was tempted to sprint down the stairs, my body didn't have the will to do so. I was still traumatized by Shay. Sure, it sounds like a stupid thing to be scared or mad about, but the world had ruined my sister. I had ruined my sister. It wouldn't be this way if we didn't move.

My body starts trembling. I'm shivering when I'm not even cold. I'm panting, when I'm in a large closet. I'm crying when I'm mad, not upset. Maybe I'll just skip dinner tonight.

About 20 minutes after Alli had called us down for dinner, I hadn't moved at all. My door squeaks and opens slowly, to reveal more light coming from the hallway.

"Courtney?" Alli says, looking for me.

I don't respond to her. I can't get my voice to penetrate the bubble in my throat, holding my sobs from escaping. I silently cry, hoping no one can hear me.

Alli walks away from my room after shutting the door. I then hear a mumbling from the kitchen, which sounds like Alli assuming I had gone out to study. I don't even know if Shay was home, but I wasn't taking any chances.

I rest my head on a knit sweater that had fallen off the hanger.

I hear a thump at my door and I find myself struggling to at least crawl over to see what was there.

The light appeared then disappeared. Alli left me a plate of two tacos sitting on my bed. I didn't even bother going towards it. It was no use, and I was at the very least a little depressed, even though I wasn't actually diagnosed by a physician.

I curl back up and hug my knees. I close my eyes, and after a long painful night, it was soon the morning. There was no chance I'd be walking with Shay. But I had to cover up what I knew and I can't act weird.

I push myself up as much as I can. I grab some sweatpants and a hoodie and plop down next to the day old tacos on my bed.

I finish changing and slip on a pair of socks that I luckily found directly under my bed where I didn't have to move.

But I got an idea.

I try my best impression of someone who was dying of laryngitis.

"Hey- *cough*- Alli?" I say, forcing my voice to shake a little, hoping it'll work.

"Yes, dear?" I hear coming from down the hall.

"I think I- I'm sick," I say, forcing a cough.

She rushes into my room. "Okay, hold on. Let me feel your forehead." She places the back of her hand on my well heated forehead. Thank god I placed my hand on my lamp and onto my forehead. Don't ask, it's how I get out of things.

I pretend to throw a coughing fit as she runs downstairs with cough medicine.

She brings it back up with her and places it on my bedside table.

"I can do it," I say, stopping her, "I can read labels." I force a half smile, while throwing a cough here and there.

"Okay, sweetie, you get to stay home," she says, with a concerned look on her face.