In a world full of supernatural creatures, Raven always felt like the odd one out ; boring , bland and someone who easily faded into the background.
She wasn't anything special , a human girl , who happened to be adopted by a witch and her mate.
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"There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds" - Laurell K. Hamilton.
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Warnings : Mental health issues 🥲
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Have you ever felt like you didn't belong ?
Almost as if you didn't really fit anywhere, like you could fade into the background and nobody would really notice?
Sometimes I felt like I didn't make a big enough impact on anyone's life for them to even miss me enough if I just disappeared one day.
Shaking my head, I rubbed my eyes tiredly and tried to shake my thoughts of self pity that were currently circling around my mind . My moms would miss me if I went missing , Zoey would miss me , Zia would miss me . I mattered .
Well, kind of anyway.
My moms were obligated to miss me, Zia was more or less my cousin and Zoey was my best and only friend. If they didn't notice by absence then it would be incredibly concerning .
Not to mention I had been kidnapped , twice , and I was missed and hunted down until I was found .
However, that was a time that I liked to block out . It hurt too much to think about .
"I still can't believe I was allowed to come to such an important event . Do you want to dance?" Asked the excited tone of Zoey .
Zoey was gorgeous. She had pale alabaster skin that had never seen a blemish, almond shaped coal black eyes , a tiny almost pug- like nose and shoulder length glossy black hair.
We had been friends since we were five years old .
She was a normal witch which meant she could cast powerful spells, draw power from the earth and heal herself self with nature. They could also transfigure into animals if they were powerful enough and were really good in combat . The only way to kill a normal witch was if you managed to snap their wand and stab them in the forehead (or their 3rd eye as they would call it ) and they could live up to 300 years .
To be invited to the wedding of Enzo and Zia was a huge deal , it was filled with the most important people in the world and included Gods and Goddesses.
I was thankful Zia had allowed me a plus one, otherwise I would have been stuck being a third wheel to my parents . I loved my mothers but even I knew it was sad to trail after them and only talk with them.
