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Raven's POV

I blinked at the ceiling, my body heavy, my mind empty.

The room was dark, the curtains still drawn from the day I shut them.

My phone was somewhere—probably dead, probably buried under the mess of blankets, and clothes I hadn't bothered to move.

"Raven," my mom said, holding my hand, but I just turned on my side. "What do we do, Ryan?"

He put down his phone on my nightstand. "I'm trying to reach her doctor, but he won't answer."

"She got like this a few months after mom and dad died," he said before sitting down next to me on the bed.

He pulled me closer to him before brushing my hair with his palm. "Birdy, you have to eat something. It's been days."

I blinked, a singular tear running out of my tear.

"Raven," I heard my mom cry, her voice trembling.

She had told Ryan about the baby last week, so I guess that was good.

I'm happy for them.

I really am.

"Your school called," Ryan said, hugging me tighter. "They're worried about you."

"Everyone misses you," he lied and I closed my eyes.

No one at that school missed me.

They probably celebrated the day they realized I wasn't going to show up.

That's if they realized at all.

I thought I could handle it.

I thought I could manage the constant paranoia of whether or not Carter or Sophie would release the video.

I thought I could handle keeping everything a secret.

I thought I could handle not having friends anymore.

And most importantly, I thought I could handle not seeing him anymore.

Not being able to touch him.

Not being able to smile with him.

Not being able to feel his lips against mine.

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