The Raven

Chapter One

Hey everyone :) This is Bita here with a story I've been thinking about for a long time. I really hope you like it. Also please don't steal this story cos that's just rude and I don't have time to deal with that, okay? aaa sorry if it sucks I'm trash. 

My first look at the world isn't much. It's dark, and the only source of light seems to be filtering in through a jerky crack which has formed at the roof, clearly not ample enough to squeeze myself through.

I can spot a spider from here, cocooning a fly, getting it ready to eat. It stops every once in a while, then starts again.

It's not very comfortable from where I am; the sodden fabric of my ripped jeans stick to my shivering legs. The rough, diminutive stones that litter the rocky floor scratch my lower torso, forcing me to shift position.

Leaning against a huge boulder, I stare at drips of water falling from the ceiling and push back a lump of damp hair behind my ear, trying to remember things. My name? Not sure. My age? Not sure. I blink, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Hello?" I call, my voice echoing. My breathing suddenly quickens, feeling my heart beating harder under my thin, cotton t-shirt. "Is anyone there?" I stop to shift my position once again. "Please, anyone?" I feel tears starting to seep into my eyes, and my eyes broadening, scanning the blank features of the place around me. "Hello?" I call. "Is anyone there?" I feel my hands tightening into fists, shaking. I scream again, for anyone - and I mean anyone- to hear me.

But I stop abruptly; this is stupid. I have to find my own way out of here. People, that's what I need to find. Or at least something living... but not the spider, I don't seem to like spiders. Swallowing my dry throat, I try to calm myself. Water, I also need water. That shouldn't be too hard, should it?

Shaking, I push myself up, my legs aching, begging me to stop. As I stumble from my first step, I manage to grab onto the boulder for support. Do I know how to walk? I must, if I have the ability to shout out for help. I push myself off the boulder, my feet pleading for me to sit once again. I try to ignore them and start to shake down my legs. My back makes cracking sounds when I stretch. I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

I lean down and untie the laces to my dark converse, removing the sneakers and placing them beside me on the wet floor. I stare down at my sock covered feet and wiggle my toes. Ugh, wet socks. I slip the thin, white socks off, and feel the icy cold attack my feet from all different directions. I bite my lip.

Next, I tend to my hair. Which I find is soggy, a dark brown, and drifts to around my narrow shoulders. I pathetically, without any luck, try to brush it down with my fingers. I remember someone, somewhere, once telling to always look presentable; wherever you are. I decide to ditch that thought and to carry on with my mission.

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I must be in a cave; I've been walking around for hours and I've just realised that. It's frustrating to think that I can remember what a cave is, yet I cannot even remember my own name. I frown, blinking away the hot tears that are gathering in my eyes. I aim a kick at a pebble, and then kick it, earning a sharp pain that runs through my foot. I bite the inside of my mouth, determined not to yell or shout. I regret leaving my shoes behind. What had I been thinking?

The only noise to reach my straining ears is the sound of my own echoing footsteps, slowly making their way across the harsh cave floor. I try to gather a list of facts that I know about myself: I'm a girl, my foot size is 6, I don't like spiders, I have brown hair, I have olive skin and.... that's all. I kick another stone, this time not bothering to keep in the angry yell.

I don't care! I don't care if something comes and kills me! I'd rather be killed than just walk for the rest of my life! I grunt, quickening my pace until I'm almost running. Running from what? Running to where? God knows. Tears are now trickling down my damp cheeks. I don't bother wiping them away, who cares? More will replace them.

And as I run, I get careless, leaping and bounding over the sharp ground. I'm pretty sure that my feet are bleeding, I can feel the wetness at the bottom of my sole, with the pain as well. It's the rock's fault mainly; I trip. My arms failing at my sides, almost like a baby bird learning to fly. And I fall, the last thing I remember is the aching in my head as it hits the rock hard ground.

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"I don't know. Julie said that we should leave her in her room, you know. To recover. I don't think she's taking it too easily." My eyes are closed, but I can hear voices, male.

"I guess no one recover from what happened to her. I mean losing your parents is one thing, but than losing both your kids and watching your husband die? I wouldn't be able to handle that if I was her," comes another voice.

"The only thing keeping her going is the fact the she's hopeful, I guess. She keeps insisting that her children are alive. She's gone mad," says the first.

"Yeah and at that young age you don't-" the voices stop. I feel hands on my back. "Well. Here's something to show Julia."

Yay! Chapter one is over. If you enjoyed it then please leave a vote and comment. i need friends.