Revolution

Chapter 12

I'm so tired but I have to write this or I'll forget.

My eyes opened slowly and I was in a moving car, I looked around and a young boy who looked like Joseph as a kid was sitting bleary eyed beside me.

I looked in the driver seat of the car and a brown haired woman was looking back in the rear view mirror nervously.

When she caught my eyes she plastered on a fake smile. “Mommy are you okay?" I asked not even trying to say anything. It was like I was there but I wasn't in control of my body or what was actually going on.

Then I recognized it as the night. The night my mother was murdered in cold blood, in front of her two young children.

No! I screamed mentally. Of all the things my mind choose to dream about this had to be it? I fought vainly to try and wake myself up but nothing was going my way, and soon enough we were skidding along the road until we landed in a ditch.

I heard my mother trying the engine but it just stalled and she yelled in frustration. Finally she locked the doors in a last act of desperation to protect herself and her children from the men approaching her car rapidly.

Me as a young girl whimpered as the sound of clicking boots grew near and the door was wrenched open effortlessly.

I screamed in terror as each one of us was dragged from the car.

“Please don't hurt my children!" my mother yelled fighting in a grey haired man's arms.

My tears that were streaming down my face were starting to freeze in the "normal" Russian cold. Joseph and I clung to each other watching helplessly as our mother was dragged to the middle of the rode and forced to kneel on her knees.

At the last second she made eye contact with the both of us and mouthed three words.

I screamed in terror as I saw the man pull the trigger.

But before I could see the bullet mark its target I sat up in my bed panting.

I bit back a scream and looked around. I was back in our bed in the apartment, Gabriel lay beside me snoring softly.

My heart was racing even though I knew I was okay. I pushed back the covers and stumbled out of the bed as quiet as I could and padded my way to the kitchen.

I sank down into one of our stools and cried silently. I tried to clear my mind, but the scene just kept coming back and I began to sob a little louder.

“Raven?" a soft voice asked from my right startling me. I looked through my tears and saw Gina standing at the kitchen door looking at me concerned.

I quickly wiped my tears and stood up. “I'm sorry I woke you up..." I mumbled trying to sound okay, but she wasn't buying it.

“Do you want to talk about it?" She asked me searching my face for some indication to what was going on.

I bit my lip and nodded following her into the living room. I sat on the couch and brought my legs to my chest still sniffling a little bit.

She waited patiently until I was ready. “I-I had a nightmare about... the night my mother was murdered..." the words bringing tears to my eyes and making Gina gasp.

“Oh Raven..." She sighed putting her arm around me and pulling me into her side. I sank into her embrace and started crying again.

“They... they just killed her... in front of us! They didn't care." I started blubbering.

She rubbed my back soothingly and let me cry myself out until I calmed down. I'd just barely drifted off to sleep when I heard Gina whisper something.

Then a pair of strong arms wrapped around my legs and cradled my head. I just managed to snuggle my head against Gabriel's chest before I passed out.