Chapter 1 Prologue

I wrote down instructions for him so he could find me incase anything happens

I smiled sadly into the mirror... It might cost me my life but I will do anything for him

I now understand why my mother did what she did

I will do the same but I will try make it out alive

I remembered what mother told me

"Her value is priceless

Her potential is limitless

She is a queen"

And a queen never lets her crown fall

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Don't judge me by my past, I don't live there anymore

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9 years ago

I gently release the brush and let out all my pain into the canvas.

Her black hair that I have always seen her put in a messy bun when she got ready to train me

Her eyes that I inherited

'It is all my fault'

I try releasing my anger, but my anger can only be released physically.

I got up and walked to my bathroom, I looked into the mirror and muttered just 'one more day', then I went back to my canvas

I noticed it is quiet, good

but it's too quiet, not good

I learned that the hard way

Knock, Knock, knock

A knock on the door brings me out of my nightmare of a life or Deep thoughts, that's what other people call it

I stand up, and I feel the presence of Victoria, my little sister (she is 7 right now)

I keep my door shut and locked at all times because no one will want to see what I do in here

I keep my bedroom key on me at all times, as a necklace

I opened the door for Victoria, but I did not let her in, I hid my room from her eyesight

“Hi Ray, dad wants to talk to you in his office” she says as she turned to leave

Dad would like to speak to me. Okay, think why?

1. The fact that I have not left my room since mother passed away, no since someone murdered her.

2. I have not spoken to anyone since that horrific day.

3. I don't eat breakfast and Dinner, I only eat lunch.

Likewise, I think his going to try making me cry again. Not only that, but I haven't cried, spoken or slept since her death.

I don't even eat enough

I obey my father's rules because I know he is also hurting, so I would rather not give him a tough time

I just went to his office

I opened the door and made my way to the couch, waiting for his speech but no, it was something else this time

“Raven, Raven, Raven, Raven, Raven” Dad calls me repeatedly, hoping for me to respond

I just think it's a foolish attempt to get me to talk back

“So be it, you would rather not talk to me then I will speak to you” dad adds

I remain silent

“When your mother passed away, it wasn't your fault, Ray. I know you can hear me. Your mother sacrificed herself for her children and that was what a loving mother does” he says.

No, no, no Raven don't listen to him. He is trying to make you break.

He continues, “She loved, and she cared for you, your sister-”

“ENOUGH!” I shouted, I broke, but I will not cry.

“God, I missed that voice” dad said with a lone tear running down his face

Not wanting to see him cry, I got up, and I left his office

I entered the kitchen

I heard Victoria and my dad speak

“Daddy, your plan worked. You got her to speak again” Victoria spoke.

Dad sighed

“Yeah, I know, but I don't think she will ever be the same” dad said

At least he knows I will never be the same bright and sunny girl again

“She hasn't cried yet, why?” Victoria asked.

Victoria's Nickname is Vicky… At least that is what mother called her.

She was too young to understand what happened that day. All she has are nightmares, but as soon as she wakes up, she forgets all about her nightmare.

But I… I suffer, I remember everything single detail.

How I could not protect her

How I did not listen when she said hide

maybe if I stayed still, she would have been here

people keep saying it's not your fault, but I know they blame me

Her funeral people wore white, but I wore black because mother never liked the color white, and she always said she loved black

people chose to speak about her happy days, while I spoke about her last day

she once asked me to not speak about the good things only, she said also talk about the bad things that made the good things happen

people spoke as if they knew her, but in reality they ignored her because she was different and more powerful

People always feared that if they offended her, she will lash out

yet, they spoke as if they were best friends

they even went to the part where they lied about how they were always there to help her

The whole funeral was a disgrace

I felt like I was going to barf at the way they spoke about her

'she was so kind'

Lie, she was ruthless

'she was unable to hurt a fly'

Lie, she was a warrior

'she loved to share'

Lie, she was possessive

I continued listening to father

“I don't know but at least she spoke again” father said

I am angry—sad—disappointed

I really don't know what to feel, but all I know is that revenge will set me free

“I, Raven Elisa Cross vow to seek revenge for my mother's death, they will be punished I swear” I vowed silently as I cut my hand to perform the blood promise ritual

I heard someone once say

'Revenge doesn't help the pain, it only worsens it'

well, It's time I prove them wrong

I ran up to my room to avoid them

Rip mother and auntie Levi