Raven

Coming in contact with her classmates is an exhausting chore for her. She squeezes throught the halls trying to get to the talent show sign-up sheet. She rasies her hand to sign the sheet, her hand is heavy with grief. She's come to the point in her miserable life where she is out of her insanity. She is tired of crying. With her black pen she writes her name "Raven," and in the slot 'performing' she slowly writes a 'S', dare she scribble down what she is really up to? No- it will be a complete surprise. "Singing." She continues to write. With a new boulder on her shoulders, she walks to class.1

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In front of the drama room dressing mirror she looks at her pale reflection. She imagines herself dead, painless, and blood running down the side of her face.3

Wanting to face the audience ahead filled with strangers, even her parents, she slowly embraces herself and recites her favorite line from a poem she once wrote "...As I shatter myself from life, the beast is now ready to take me in his hellish arms..."4

From her pocket she pulls a knife, lifts it slowly and gently to her skin and slices her way to happiness.5

Shedding her bloodstained tears she cries from her own flesh. She feels a clarity she has never felt before- she would soon be performing her last show and knock on deaths tomb.6

"I lay myself down for death, I pray for Him to keep me eternally, As i face my own elementary grave..."7

Opening her eyes from her small satisfactory prayer, the bleeding has not receeded, just like she wanted. Still bleeding from her wounds she puts on her jacketand exits to the stage. Something heavy and metal banging against her leg in her pocket.8

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Standing in front of her audienceshe gazes into the hopeful eyes of the people who will soon see her death. She sees her parents-they look so proud of her. The music begins, knocking her out of her thoughts.10

She begins to sing her favorite song ever created. At her favorite line, she takes off her jacket letting those strangers see how "happy" she really is. Her lacerated marks are still bleeding her red death.11

She begins crying. Crying not because she is in pain, because she knows she will soon be free. Be free from life, guilt, pain, sorrow, and mortality. She wants something better than the darkness she lives in now. She cannot hear the gasping words of the audience, but she sees their faces. The shocked faces of the world she is coming out to.12

At the slow gituar solo that seems to last forever-she pulls it out. The gun shines beamingly from the spotlight adjusted to her. She has had the gun for two months, contemplating suicide. Breaking ties with her friends cause she wishes for nothing to live for. She hears screams amongst the crowd.13

She gently raises the gun to her head places it to her temple. Now she is weeping harder "PAIN- ALL PAIN WILL BE GONE!" She screams into the microphone.14

Closing her eyes at the last word and singing till the last cord. She sings high- higher than she ever has at that part. She is happy now, He will soon be taking her. Satan is her one and only savior. Death will craddly her in his arms and help her on her descent to Hell.15

She pulls the trigger to suit her desires...16