Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 54

Raven's POV

"Are you sure you're okay?" Luke asks through the phone.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I silently sigh.

"Have you hung out with anybody?" He asks.

"Of course." I lie.

"Okay. Well I better go. We have a lot of work to get done." He says and I nod but forget he can't see me.

"Okay, bye." I say and hang up.

I haven't been the most honest to people lately. I keep telling people I'm fine but if they saw the way I've been living for the past few days, they'd make me go to the hospital. I'm broken from my thoughts with banging on the door.

"Raven! Open the fucking door." It's Alicia. Oh here we go.

"Go away!" I yell.

"No! You have been fucking avoiding me and all your friends and I want to know why! Luke won't be gone for that long and I know your not all girly fucking girly. Open the damn door or I swear I'll kick the fucker down!" She screams. I sigh and get up. When I open the door she gasps. "What the hell?" She breathes.

"Happy?" I roll my eyes and turn to walk away.

"We're going to the hospital." She grabs my arm.

"No! I'm fine." I snap.

"Have you looked in a mirror? You are not fine. Stop being a bitch and put some damn shoes on, or I will drag you out of here my self." She says.

"But Alicia!" I try but she shh's me.

"Get your shoes. No wait, never mind let me get them." She snaps.

She picks up my shoes and throws them at me, pushing me out the door. At least I know that when I'm too stubborn to listen to someone she'll be there to make me actually do it. I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe just a cold or a virus or something, but then again, I've never been this sick before and it could be much worse.

Bree's POV

"Hey mom." I say walking into the kitchen. She doesn't answer, just keeps cutting potatoes. "What else is for dinner?" I ask. Still no answer. "Mom?" I look at her. She starts cutting them faster and faster with every step I make toward her.

I reach out to tap her back, but she disappears right before I can feel the softness of her clothing. I hear shuffling in the garage. I walk out to see my dad cutting wood. I follow his figure to the corner of the garage, where there is a two story half made doll house.

"Dad?" He doesn't answer. "Why are you building a doll house? I'm too old for doll houses." I remind him. He doesn't respond. "What else is for dinner? I saw mom cutting potatoes." I step toward him. Silence. "Dad." I try again.

Just like my mom, his work gets faster as I get closer. I go to touch him and he as well disappears. I hang my shoulders and walk inside. I'm not met with the familiarity of my living room, instead a hospital hallway. There's no one inside and the light is flickering. I can hear a fly get zapped as it gets too close to the burning brightness. I tiptoe slowly down the hallway and look around.

"Hello?" I call out.

I'm met with no response again as I round a corner. I can hear mumbling down near the end of the next hallway and there's and open door. The lights are flickering here too. I look around for assistance but keep going when I notice there's nobody. As I get closer the voices become louder and more understandable.

"Get the oxygen." One man says.

"She's going fast." Another man says.

"He's losing too much blood." A women says, panic hidden in her words.

"Stay with me!" Some one says desperately.

I continue walking until I reach the door. I peer inside and I see my parents fighting for their life. There's nurses and doctors surrounding them. I step into the room but a nurse pushes me back and shuts the door. I watch from the little window. One of the monitors starts beeping and everyone on that side of the room works faster to save his life. I start to cry and fight to get inside the room. I look over and my mothers monitor beeps too. I see the doctor hang his head after five minutes of trying to get her back. I stop fighting to get inside and start to cry sliding down the door.

I feel hands wrap around me and I cry a little harder into them. Wrapping my arms around their neck, I hold on as tight as possible. I see the white walls fade away and darkness of a calm room takes it's place. Thank god that was just a dream.

"Shh it's okay. I'm here." He speaks. It's Harry. I take a deep breath and start to calm down. After a few silent moments, he speaks again. "What happened?"

"I watched my parents die." I sniffle.

"It was only a dream." He soothes.

"It didn't feel like one." I look down and he kisses my forehead.

"You've never told me about that." He guides my face toward his.

"There's not much to tell. It was a normal family. Then one day, they got robbed, and assaulted, resulting in death." I tell him.

"That's all. There's nothing else?" He asks.

"Other than the fact that they were everything to me, no." I say.

"But you had Kaylee, and Devin, and even Mariah." He says.

"Not exactly. I uh, didn't tell them for like a month. That's why I offered to move out with Kaylee. I wanted to keep their house, but I couldn't pull myself to live there with out blaming myself." I explain.

"Why would you blame yourself?" He asks. Another tear slips from my eyes.

"That was the day I lied to them about going to a friends so that I could go to a party they wouldn't let me go to." I look at him and start to cry again. He gasps and presses his forehead to mine.

"You didn't know, it wasn't your fault." He tries.

"I should've listened to them! I could've saved them." I cry, my lips trembling, as he pulls me onto his lap again and rocks me back and forth while I cry myself to sleep..