Ravenshire

Prologue

Emily stretched her legs, dropping her bags beside her. Today had been hectic and she was glad to finally be home. Sometimes she wished she could quit, but her boss was nice, and the pay was good. Besides, the tips she got were also good, and she couldn't think of a better job she could get at that point.

She was hoping to have saved enough to move next year. She loved Ravenshire but she wanted more. She knew there was more to life than waking up in the morning, doing nothing, going for her shifts at Rumshot, which could be during the day or at night. She preferred her day shifts though, less noise, less activity and more time to sleep at night, then the routine continued. She had been following routines for the most part of her life and she couldn't continue anymore.

Ending her train of thoughts, she stood up wondering what she was going to eat. She was famished, but at the same time she didn't want to eat something so heavy.

Entering her kitchen, her eyes fell on her sink. She had forgotten to call the plumber again. Sighing, she went to get the bucket she had kept for incidents like this. She had no plans on eating chips that night and the leaking sink wasn't going to stop her from eating the pasta she had so badly fantasized about while at work.

Preparing everything she was going to need for the pasta, she headed to the bathroom, grabbing her kettle that she was going to use to prepare her coffee, which she would take as she made her pasta.

Finally getting everything ready, she put the pasta to cook, turning on her TV while enjoying the bitter-sweet taste of the coffee on her tongue.

She had finished preparing the pasta, taking a bite and savoring the taste when she heard her doorbell ring, groaning to herself, glancing at the clock, she wondered who could be at her door so late at night. Taking a second mouthful, she headed to the door.

Emily stared at her visitor, scanning her environment and wondering what the visit was for. Not putting much thought into it, she invited the person in. Pouring a cup of coffee and heading to the kitchen to serve the pasta, she had plans to eat later, for him.

He didn't spend much time though, and he was gone in 5 minutes and the food was left untouched.

Making sure the bolts were secured, she went back to continue her meal. He had come to check up on her, and she couldn't be bothered, they weren't close or anything and this wasn't the first time, but it still felt weird whenever he did it. She was glad he didn't touch his food , so her plans weren't ruined. Returning the pasta to the pot, she got back to her meal.

She had finished eating the first round of her pasta, and was taking a break so as to create space in her stomach for the second round. She wasn't bothered about adding weight, and it wasn't every day she ate this way. The tightness and burning sensation started from the lower part of her stomach, but she didn't pay much attention to it, till it gradually began to spread, she was choking and she needed to throw up. Dragging her now weak limbs, she headed to the bathroom.

What was happening to her, was she reacting to something in the food. She couldn't think of any allergy. After trying for long hours to throw up without succeeding, she went back to the couch, sitting in an upright position and hoping the feeling would go away, but it kept getting worse. She knew she was dying. How could this be happening to her? Her night was going perfectly fine, her mind went back to the thought she had been having earlier that night. She couldn't believe she was never going to make it out of Ravenshire while alive, that she wasn't going to go on the adventures she had so wished for. Her mind went back to her visitor. Had he poisoned her, why would he want her dead? She didn't have much, there was nothing he could steal from her.

Tears were starting to roll down her eyes now, her eyes were burning up, and the pain had spread to her whole body. She looked at her body, checking if she was having a physical reaction to whatever was happening to her, but it was all inside.

She wanted to scream, call someone, she didn't want to die, but there was no one she could call, no one would hear her if she screamed anyways, she wasn't really conversant with people, and she lived a bit far from the rest of the people. She was starting to regret her decision. It was too late now though, she was going to die and there would be nobody to tell what killed her.

She couldn't feel her body anymore, and she couldn't move a limb, so she wouldn't even be able to crawl outside. Thinking of the pasta she had planned to eat later, she closed her eyes, feeling her spirit leave her body.

At least she was going to meet her parents who had died a long time ago. She only hoped they wouldn't be disappointed that she hadn't fulfilled her dreams.