The Raven Colored Door

Aftermath

 When someone says to not do things that you either don't recognize, or you're suspicious about, then listen. But there are always some cases where all that just goes over your head and you completely get a total reboot to your bodily function and you aren't who you are anymore. Well that's my story for you, but not all. You wanna know it all? Then stick around and you'll see the path that my stupidity made me take. It started out with me wandering around the woods trying to find my way back because I ran off after my mom and I had a huge fight and now lost in the unknown.

*earlier*

"You know you should be more nicer to the person who gave birth to you, you bitch." 

Great she's drunk again and it's not even half past two in the afternoon. Mary gave me a withering look when I just rolled my eyes at my mother. I don't ever call her mom anymore. Not since she started to hit and chuck things at me. 

I guess it's something that comes along with getting drunk all the damn time when there is nothing to do since your only kid has to be the adult and get a fucking job when she is only fifteen years old, and had to pay all the bills after her husband left. 

And I've had it, but me being seventeen years old, a minor, I couldn't do shit. And oh how she knew. She loves tormenting me with that fact. Barely anyone knew of my situation. My best friends Jackson, Tat and both of them are twins.

I glared and said something that I know that I'll get a broken bottle thrown at me for.

"I was when she was still my mother and didn't die and all she left me was a shell of a drunk who can't take care of herself for the life of her and absolutely adores takings out her anger on the only person who takes care of her. Sound familiar? Maybe the person right in front of me." And sure enough, a broken glass beer bottle hit me square in the forehead.

With blood trickling down my forehead, the deranged woman called my mother, stalked forward with a look that could kill. With her five foot three body in front of me, she had to look up at me when she was right there. In my face. And I don't know about you but that I hate that shit when someone is in my personal space.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO BACK TALK AND BE TO GOD DAMMED DISRESPECTFULL TO YOUR FUCKING MOTHER?!" She screeched at me.

"Get out of me face you old hag. You lost that title when you decided that it was too important to numb your sorrows because my father left your sorry ass. he knew, HE KNEW from the start what kind of person you, he only stayed because you got pregnant with me. And when he got the chance he left his drunk of a wife and his thirteen year old of a daughter with you. I wish, I WISH that he took me with him. But he didn't and he left me with you. Leaving me with two deadbeat parents who in the fucking end did not want me."

I felt the tears threatening to fall and show themselves, but not yet. I shoved her away and made my way to the front door, grabbing my phone, keys, wallet, took the time to put on my boots, and I left her sorry ass and walked out the front door. I considered taking my 2002 Ford Bronco, which cost me a fortune of savings, or just loosing myself in the woods in front of my house. 

Decision made, I took an unfamiliar route into the woods.

*present*

Being in me current situation, I still stuck and lost in the woods. And just when I thought things couldn't get worse it started to rain and my feet were hurting tremendously from walking around all day (totally exaggerating) I sat on a fallen tree in the middle of a rain storm, shivering to the bone. I looked to see if I had any cell service, but was proved wrong big time. And worst comes to worst, my phone was dying.

Great juuuust great. I thought to myself. I could hear howling of the coyotes off into the distance. Hoping that they couldn't smell me from this far off into the woods.

I look to see if I see anything familiar and to my surprise there was a medium sized door, like a door to your bedroom closet, or a linen closet door. It had a cherry wood look to it and it was a pretty shade of raven's wing black, you know with the blues and purples in it. Me being a curious person in general, I walked to it.

The closer I went to the door, the more that I felt a pull to it. Pausing just a mere two feet from it, it was tantalizing to my senses. Every part of me was screaming and kicking for me to close the space and open it, but when I walked around it, there wasn't anything behind it. Walking back to the front, or I am assuming that it's the front, and just gave a slight push when I grabbed and twisted the door handle. And when it swooshed opened, I couldn't believe my eyes. There was blinding light shining through and when my eyes adjusted to the light, and no rain on the other side, everything seemed to be clearer than the modern world. And more of my stupidity showing is when I walked through the door and it vanished behind me. I mean, when I turned around, it was gone. Poof. Gone.

Oooh shit.

"Hello, young one." says a mystic and airy voice behind me. The voice sounded like it was caring such beauty and majesticness behind it. And my observation proved me right. After I was done being petrified to the spot. 

Slowly turning, I see a tall person. No. Woman. She had angelic eyes that look like endless pools of obsidian black, and a slender body. She was a pretty shade of a glittery teal color. Long arms and legs. Legs for days. She was wearing a pale off white robe that looked like it never ended. She was a super model compared to my simple 5'5, curves for days, not fat or chubby of the sort, just curvy, crazy ass black curly hair, and huge brown eyes. Although they can look black sometimes. It's what you get for being Mexican.

"Huuuuuuuh." Great conversation starter, Mar. 

Looking like a deer in headlights, I gave a slight nod of the head, in a way of saying "Hi". Clearing my throat to start over, I began by saying, "Hello, m-my name i-i-is Maricella, and you are?" How can I possibly be stuttering? I don't have a stutter. Unless I'm a nervous wreck, then that's when I start my stuttering. I guess that this situation is one of those cases.

"No need to be afraid Maricella, I am simply a Guardian. My name is Serifia. I'll explain everything, but first, you'll need your powers and you'll need to understand where you are what you will become. But my powers won't give you your powers unless I have full consent." She said slowly stepping forward. And me being me stupid, confused and hurt, I nodded my head.

"But, what do you mean exactly?" I asked. And out of nowhere, like she finally seemed to notice my cut on my forehead, she reached out and by the ever so soft touch of her hand, she healed me.

Like right on the spot. I was dumbfounded, and reached up to touch the area where it was. What I felt was soft unblemished skin under my fingertips. 

I guess this is the aftermath of what happens when you argue with your mother. But at least it's a good outcome. Or at least I hope it is.

Hi you guys. This is the first book that I wrote since I don't know. But still. It has been a while, so if there are any errors, please comment and let me know. And I hope that y'all love this. I got this book idea because of an English assignment from school. 

And as always, I love y'all precious nightmares.