Room 509, Sunday night
Raven's evening had gone from good to bad quickly. First there had been snuggling with Andy and watching TV, but not long after she had met a boy who knew who she was...who her father was...and who claimed she had attacked her friends in the future. Her heart raced as she tried to reign in her fear and distress before it overwhelmed her. The boy wasn't necessarily from the exact same world as her. That Raven might not be her. That fate was not hers. She chose her own path, and that path would never include causing harm to her friends.
She kept telling herself that over and over again, but somehow it wasn't making her feel any better. (It didn't help that she was picking up on massive amounts of emo nearby, but she was too distressed to investigate.)
[Mostly establishy, but the door is knockable if someone wants to brave the emo. ;) ]
She kept telling herself that over and over again, but somehow it wasn't making her feel any better. (It didn't help that she was picking up on massive amounts of emo nearby, but she was too distressed to investigate.)
[Mostly establishy, but the door is knockable if someone wants to brave the emo. ;) ]