To Raven

To Grief

        She watched as they lowered her best friend's body into the ground. The tears were silently running down her clear face. Not many people attended the funeral, as most of the people who knew Mara tormented her. Raven hoped they felt horrible.

        When everything was over, she sat in her car and stared ahead. It was all so surreal. Just a month ago, Mara was happy. She smiled. 

        Raven thought that everything was going to be okay, that Seth would save her from herself. And for a while she hated him. Hated him for taking Mara's heart and then leaving the world with it. 

        It was better to have a sad Mara then to have no Mara at all. But then she realized how stupid that was, to hate a dead person. Now she thought of Seth as a savior. He gave Mara happiness, however short it was. 

        Raven thought of when she first met Mara. She had walked into the bathroom and caught Mara with a blade on her wrists. She was only thirteen, that had only been four years ago. 

        Ever since, Raven felt protective of this girl, the girl who hurt herself. But appearantly it didn't matter. Because now her best friend was in a casket, leaving her in pain. 

        Leaving her alone.