NattravnenA dark and mysterious place that's beautiful at the same time. A place that you could get lost in for hours and not have a care in the world. A place to be free from worry and fate. A place to...be me. I haven't really found my place yet...but few have seen it within me.
I wrote in my notebook as the school bell rang. Tons of students my age ran and screamed through the halls, eager for summer vacation although...I wasn't. Something inside me just wanted me to stay...a pit in my stomach begged me, but I had to get home. That feeling never left something worried me. It's as if that pit grew. I walked through the doors and out of the school. Some teenagers still spoke to their friends and some jocks stayed to bully others. Sadly I fit nowhere in this system. I have no worries, no troubles, and no bullies. It's nice but...I wish I had a friend. I was crossing a street...slowly walking away from one of the few places I called home. I look to my left and an idiot was texting and the worst part...he was driving. The others that where crossing with me ran out of the way. I didn't have time and the next thing I know is I'm on the ground between two cars as my vision fades to black.
I wake up to the peaceful sounds of a forest and the small rushing of a stream near me. Where am I? How did I get here?
"H-Hello?!" I yelled hoping for a response. It's been a long time since I spoke, it was nice hearing my own voice for once. "C-Could anybody help me?!" I sighed and sat in the dark green grass, the forest's creepy silence soothing me.
"I-I'm Anna..." I kept gazing at it's wings.
"I'm Frit the Nattravnen." It leapt closer to me.
"H-Hello Frit...D-Do you by any chance know where I am?" I stood up and slung my backpack over my shoulder.
"Your on the other side...and I've managed to take a liking to you." Frit's head turned as he spoke yet I don't get how it can speak if for one animals don't speak and two it's beak isn't moving.
"The other side of what?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Your dead sweetheart...but don't worry I'll help you." A laugh followed as Frit flew into the air and out of sight.
"Frit! You have to be joking!" I shouted to the raven which has left me.
"Come on Anna. Follow me." He perched on a branch not to far off. I ran to catch up.
"Frit I'm not dead...I just don't know where I am." My tone got softer as I spoke. I can't be dead. No. This place is real. I'm real. This place is beautiful...mysterious and I wouldn't have worried if it weren't for me being 'dead'. This has to be real. It describes my place perfectly unless...my place is death.