The Reborn

CHAPTER 3

Her eyelids fluttered slowly as she opened them. The sky was the first thing that came into her view. It was blue and filled with shapeless white clouds. She blinked as she stared at it for another minute, wondering where she was.

"Raven!" A voice called from a distance.

She blinked again, trying to understand the situation she was in. She couldn't actually remember what happened that made her lay on the ground. It just felt like waking up from a dream. A dream she couldn't remember.

"Raven! Where are you?" Another voice came again. Who was this Raven they were looking for?

She slowly began to sit up and as soon as she did, she looked down at herself and found herself in a blue dress and cropped jean jacket but there was blood stained all over it. How was that possible?

She slowly stood to her feet just when someone appeared before her, "I've found her." The woman shouted to someone behind her.

She then came closer, looking very worried as she looked her up and down, "Oh, Raven! What happened to you?!" Her worry only made her even more confused. Who is she? And who is Raven?

She stared at the old woman who was short and had grey hair. She had this motherly look that wasn't familiar to her.

While she was staring at the woman infront of her, an old man appeared as well, also looking worried, "Oh, Raven. What happened?"

"That's what I've been asking her but she's not saying anything. She has just been staring at me." The woman answered him.

The man didn't speak and just looked her over, also noticing the blood on her clothes. "Are those yours?" He asked, pointing at them.

She looked down at herself again and at the two old people and just blinked. She was completely lost and confused even more than they were. Apparently, they think she's Raven when she's... She's... Why couldn't she remember her name?

Her eyes began to grow wide as she realized she couldn't remember anything. Nothing at all. Her brain was completely blank. She wanted to ask where she was but she didn't want them to give her that suspicious look. They might hide some details if they realized she couldn't remember anything. Details that might be essential in finding out who she was.

"Raven!" The old woman called with an even more worried voice as she bent to pick something up, "Don't tell me you tried to kill yourself again?!" She waved a bloodied dagger infront of her face, looking sad and frustrated.

She glanced at the man and he looked a bit angry and tired at the same time.

Again, she had said. So this wasn't the first time, 'Raven' had tried to kill herself. And that was her. She had tried to kill herself.

She couldn't remember ever wanting to or even actually attempting to in the past. She'd have to find out.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" The old man spoke, looking tired and fed up. "You went missing, making us feel worried, especially Martha. And we find out that you tried to kill yourself and still you say nothing? Don't you feel bad?"

She actually felt nothing but numbness. She didn't know these people. Well, she couldn't remember them and so they look like strangers and she feels nothing for them. Absolutely nothing.

She should atleast say something though.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, the old woman cut her to it, facing the man, "There's no need, Lycus. She's gone through a lot. We just have to be there for her." The woman had spoken softly.

She had decided she liked her. She seemed nice.

"But Martha-" The man whom she called Lycus wanted to speak but Martha cut him off. "Enough already."

She turned back to her and spoke again, "Now let's go home."

Home. She had no home. She couldn't remember her home.

Waking up in the middle of the forest actually did feel a little like home. Like she was meant to be there. Or she was just crazy now.

She felt her side as she walked with Martha holding her right hand as tight as she could but not hurting her still. She could feel a deep cut by her right side. A cut so deep she could bet her fingers could go in and out, but surprisingly she felt no pain.

She could sense eyes watching her and knew the old man was watching her every move so she dropped her hand and continued walking silently.

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They finally reached home-- a small yet beautiful house. She felt no familiar feeling as she stood staring at the house. Everything felt strange still.

"Let's go inside, Raven." Martha said and pulled her gently again.

Raven again. She couldn't remember her own name so she had no choice than to stick with Raven until she could remember.

Martha pulled her in, with Lycus walking right behind them. The woman went straight to the kitchen while she just stood there and looked around. The house looked a bit old but was well furnished. Still she felt nothing.

Lycus came around and stood infront of her, watching her intensely. Was he already suspecting? She needed to say something to convince him.

"Did you stab yourself?" He asked.

She held herself from touching her side and just stayed still for a moment, thinking of the right answer. She wouldn't want to make him angry now.

He wasn't done talking anyways, he rose the dagger Martha had found up. He had apparently been holding it since, "There's blood on it."

She internally sighed and maybe her shoulders dropped. She couldn't deny it again. Her side was badly stained so, there was just no need to.

She slowly nodded. The man didn't look surprised. He only shook his head and dropped himself in one of the comfortable looking grey sofas.

Martha shows up again with a box but stopped as she found her still standing at the same spot she'd left her. "Raven? C'mon, let's go to your room and have you freshen up." She waved her to come over.

She had a room. Personal space. That was a good thing. She finally decided to talk now, "Um..." Her voice sounded croaked like she hadn't used it in a while.

Martha and Lycus looked at her expectantly, internally happy she was finally speaking again after the weird long silence.

She continued afterwards, "Can... Can I freshen up by myself?" She finally let it out.

Both oldies glanced at each other and after a few eye conversations, Martha finally agreed. "Fine, but the door must be open."

She nodded and went over to Martha but then stopped beside her. The woman looked at her and nodded forward, "Go on."

How could she? She just realized that she didn't know what room was hers! She could have saved the talk till when she knew what room it was.

She turned to Martha and spoke again, "Um, I... I think i'd be needing the box." Martha stretched it out to hand it over but she didn't move a single muscle, "Can you help me with it to my room?"

"Oh." Martha mouthed but nodded anyways. She led the way to a door a few feet away down a small hallway from where they'd been standing. The woman opened it and walked in casually, dropping the box by the bed.

She slowly walked in afterwards, trying not to stare around like a stranger until Martha turned around, smiled at her and left the room after telling her she'd be back.

She finally let out a deep sigh and walked over to the mirror. She needed to see what she looked like.

Her reflection was nothing familiar either. She looked like any random person. Dark hair, blue eyes with light freckles that were barely visible.

She rose her bloodied hands and stared at them. There was nothing still. She looked back at her reflection and focused on her eyes again. She stared deep like she was in search for something.

Suddenly, she felt an odd feeling. Like a cold feeling. It felt oddly familiar as it came closer.

She wasn't sure where the feeling was coming from but the more she stared at her eyes, the more that feeling grew. It was right there. Whatever it was, it was there. She just had to see it.

And then she blinked.

She immediately took a couple steps backwards as she gasped loud but slapped her mouth shut. She had seen it. That one familiar thing.