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Chapter Twenty Two
Raven stared across the street towards the park, her hands slightly balled into fists. Her jaw clenched, her swollen red eyes were wide open, her pinkish lips had cracks and had a darker shade than usual. Her jeans were dirty and murky, and her top had been tattered. Her black hair was like a bird's nest as it tangled all over and leaving it all frizzy.
A week had passed and there was no sign of Rebecca nor Drake. All that was keeping her alive was the food from every dumpster she could find.
Raven tightened the leather vest and gripped the butcher's knife tightly with her hand. She stared straight ahead and placed her hand inside her jean pocket.
She crossed the busy street not minding the speeding vehicles that would suddenly stop to avoid crashing into her or swivel their way through.
Nearly halfway through, she stopped dead on her tracks absent-minded as she kept a hard stare on the park's archway.
A loud screech and a long horn echoed through the area making people stop and diverting their attention towards the sound. Raven didn't seem to hear anything and kept her gaze locked.
A man in his late fifties slammed the door closed before stomping his way towards Raven with a creased forehead and an angry expression.
"Listen here young lady! You could have gotten yourself killed!" he scolded angrily at Raven as he pointed a finger at her face.
Raven blinked and looked at the man with a raised eyebrow.
"You heard me! If I hadn't slammed the breaks on time, you'd be dead! And because of you! I had to stop and I'm absolutely late for my appointment!" he continued.
"And it's my fault you say?" Raven retorted calmly.
"Of course it is your fault! We are late for my daughter's wedding because of you!"
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Paranoia
TerrorEverything seemed like a dream, and everybody thought so too. But, everything was practically real. Everything she heard, felt and saw was real. She wasn't dreaming. She knew it. Raven, haunted with her past; haunted by her sister, Rebecca, kept run...
