Ravioli

Intro

"Fuck the risks! I'm ravioli!"

I scream as I throw myself off the cliff.

Woah, we're a little too far in the story. Let me rewind.

*rewind noises*

My name's... ravioli, and I am ravioli. My friends say I'm crazy and I need help, but I'm pretty convinced I'm ravioli. It wasn't always like this, though.

Something tragic happened last year. Some say since then I went insane, but that's not true. Last summer, I remember it clearly, I was lying on my bed, working on my homework, when all of a sudden, I get a phone call.

This worried me, as I don't have any friends. I picked up the phone, and checked the caller ID.

Bisa Snake Hospital

I hesitantly press the "answer" button.

"Hello?"

"Hi. This is Bisa Snake Hospital. Is this Ana?"

"Yes. Can I help you?" I asked nervously.

"We need you here. It's urgent." They said before hanging up.

I felt a deep feeling of panic rise in me. What happened? I asked myself, racing outside. I got into my car and started racing to the hospital.

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I burst threw the door and and ran to the lady at the desk. "What happened?" I asked frantically. "Name?" The lady said, looking up at me. "Ana Oli." I replied, out of breath from running up the stairs. "Room 204. Good luck." She said, waving to me.

I nodded and sprinted down the hallways. What happened? I kept running until I found number 200. "201... 202... 203... 204!" I mumbled as I threw open the door.

Time seemed to stop.

There, laying on two hospital beds, were both of my parents. I gasped and slowly walked over, tears stinging my eyes. "Mom? Dad?" I whispered, feeling a lump in my throat.

My mother looked over at me weakly and smiled. Her face was alarmingly pale, her bruises and cuts did not go unnoticed, and her leg was in a cast. "What happened?" I asked, fighting to conceal my tears.

My mother opened her mouth to begin, but was interrupted with a coughing fit. I panicked as the heart monitor started beeping quickly. "Mom?!" I said, not knowing what to do. "Your father and I-" She was cut off once more. My dad began to stir awake. "We got into an argument and then he crashed-" A horrible feeling started gathering in the pit of my stomach.

"Sweetie, I don't think I'm going to make it..." She wheezed in between gasps for air. I shook my head as my eyes shone with tears, threatening to spill. "Stay strong for me, darling..." She whispered. I looked over at my dad, to see him grab my mother's hand reassuringly.

"I'm sorry for everything. Just remember to stay true to yourself. Don't let the world define you. I'll miss you, Ana."

He said, slowly closing his eyes. My mother smiled and looked back up at me, before closing her eyes as well.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

"NO!" I shrieked, falling to my knees.

Doctors rushed in, I was carried out.

I remember feeling like I had lost everything.

They were my everything.

It was like I wasn't really me.

Maybe I never was "me".

Then I found myself.