The Raven of Death

Revenge

The pain was recalling parts of what I had lost and parts of which I should have just left behind.

But what was shocking indeed was the same hallucinations of a wedding ring adorned finger bleeding and a rag party where women stripped off their little clothing which they used to cover themselves with.

It wasn't painful and neither was it exhilarating.

It felt more of a speedy roller coaster, that made its way through those tracks which threatened to fall any minute but stuck onto the concrete and foundation after the train escaped.

I stood in a black space, a hole of memories jumping in and out from my head, as I perceived the same visuals again.

Persons who seemed to have some past connection brought shivers while they ran across my direction, while demonic voices conquered my soul.

I struggled and fought the rising urge to pee, vomit, and gargle. It was very cold but then an immediate heat engulfed the feeling, changing comfort into bitterness and finally into nothing.

Wind gushed against my face, sucking my muscles of energy and I lay in space, dreaming of what was never a dream in the first place,

And a second.

My eyes were open.

I looked around. It was strange enough but the blackout papers on the windows carried nothing but darkness inside the confining four walls. A day without light would have felt the same.

The surroundings carried a one-man bed that looked clean and neat, a small bedside table that held a basket of unappealing fruits, and a bottle of chlorinated water.

The floor was musty and so was the air, and strangely it smelled of burning chicken.

My feet carried my body up. I felt for myself. It was astonishing, but I was no ghost.

I was a girl who was wearing a white frock up to the knees, a girl whose thin legs were dusty and brown while hands of a dark shade carried small hairs.

Specs lay on my eyes which I hadn't noticed until now, and my hair was in a ponytail.

Lips as pink as an apple pie as the broken mirror said while I made my fingers run through the thick nose, long monkey ears, and absolutely dazing grey eyes.

The color shocked me which was kind of embarrassing.

Being in the middle of this rather weird exploration, I wasn't ready for visitors. And when the door flung open, I was in the middle of a big round over my big wide mouth and awesome white teeth, much to the surprise of the maid who was stammering now,

"Wha-a-at-..."

Having found out she must have been shocked by the unfamiliarity, I bowed in respect.

But it went in vain when she kept shivering as a platter of food toppled over the bedside table in a big hurry after having shrieked,

"Maria will lend-d-d to your needs-s-s"

The door closed in a 'Bang' and I wasn't as surprised as any other human would be. It was frightening indeed, which was happening now, and the more I looked at myself in the mirror, the more I felt everything was happening for real.

I was just a girl admiring her figure which was gorgeous, in shape, and of course dusty for a teenager who was lazy enough to tidy her room, though I had no idea how I knew that.

It was when my stomach growled a little. I looked around, and the platter caught my gaze.

In a moment, I was gobbling down morsels of roasted chicken, fresh salad, and marmalade which went quite beautifully with wine, meant as a delicacy to all luxuries.

A thought which got my brain excited with the sudden recovery, something I couldn't quite get into control.

I didn't know whether to walk outside, after having cleaned my hands with the very own frock which adorned my frame. It felt disappointing to have found it even dirtier and to clean it, I once again scanned my surroundings.

It was when the water bottle came into my view, and I grabbed it after having patted off the food which clung to the edges.

Then ten minutes of spreading the water over my frock led to a good result indeed, but a bit uncomfortable for the wet dress brought stiffness when I sat or walked.

And I should have known someone was on the door, waiting for my next command even though she had noticed my entire absurd scene.

"Ma'am, can I help you?"

I whirled around to meet her eyes.

She was in a handmaiden apron, her white cap pulled back to show her tiny blue eyes that cringed in a grin, and her sharp nose and plump lips standing out for a twenty-year-old lady.

Her hands looked occupied with a dish that smelled more of beef and less of chicken, bringing distaste to my taste buds, and her casual pants reached up to the knees.

Barefoot with mud adorned those once-white toes.

I bowed in respect, a form of respect which I had no idea of having recalled from anywhere, and asked in confusion,

"Can I get some water to clean this wet frock?"

Her grin stayed put throughout as she washed the entire clothing for me.

Amidst the toiling job, she had lent a pair of hoodie and shorts that had become small for her daughter Melisa, to my hysterical self that had a heart racing from the sudden kind act, as her mouth narrated the daily happenings to an utter stranger who hadn't quite made a good impression.

"Still feeling sleepy? Well, I guess everyone who stays at Helane Motel feels the same. Anyway, you will get used to it. I was shocked when Jenny came running to my dorm amidst the cleaning laundry to yelp how an absurd teenage girl was poking at her armpits and private areas in her room. It scared the dogs out of me!"

Embarrassed I was, and my shy chuckle muffled in a palm brought her to smile further even though her burnt scars which were shining in the soap looked like yellow liquid, a sign of pain to anyone who was any dumb and less than me.

"I am afraid you were doing things so, but you see, Jenny is half-blind so I can assume you were up to no bad"

I couldn't agree and neither could I disagree.

It was when she hung my clothes over the dryline which stayed put outside the backdoor that opened to a terrace, to say,

'It will take this entire afternoon if the clouds don't bring rain, and if not, then two days'

I didn't know whether it was good to keep these clothes for myself.

She noticed it.

"Keep the hoodie for yourself"

I inclined softly.

And she left