Young Writers Society

They say you're an addict or perhaps even a perfectionist. They say you have the face of a monster but you have no face. They say you're no good but when do I ever listen?

You hiss and coo in the ears of users like they're under your control, and surely they are after a few tries. You've got them hooked and you refuse to let go. They said you took them on an adventure; they fly so high that they become delirious. They're minds whirl around and the colors of mysterious light flashes within the back of their minds.

You're addicting, just like they said. They said you're illegal but remember; since when do I listen?

"Raven, what is with this mess?" My mother spoke with anger. Not only was the tone of her voice deep and regarding, her eyes flamed with rage. I only got one glimpse of them as my mother stormed through the rummage of the destroyed house. She didn't even look at me once. The kitchen was a mess, I'll admit. The plates were smashed, tupperware was scattered, drawers and cabinets were wide open. I tried my very hardest not to cringe as my mother walked over the broken glass on the floor. The noise alone was enough to make my face burn up.

Besides the sound of glass and slamming of cabinets being closed, rain drops hit the roof of our house heavily. The lingering smell of blood was all that we could take in. Rotting flesh and blood. Too much blood.

"Raven!" My mother looked up at me, "Have you been doing drugs?" Her voice was stronger than before. Without hesitation, I shook my head, clearly lying. My mother growled and took a step towards me, raising her hand to hit me. A fresh sting filled my cheek and I cringed. My mother opened her mouth to yell at me but she paused and tilted her head. I looked at her with confusion. "R-Raven..."

I tilted my head as well and slowly turned, interested by the way she looked at me. A low grumble sounded in my ear and a painful shrill escaped from my lips as the intense aroma of infused pain filled in my shoulder. My mother screamed and ran to the phone and I fell to the floor, grabbing my oozing arm. Fresh flesh was revealed and my shirt was stained. The creature fell next to me and I attempted to crawl away but I couldn't. Another shooting pain filled my lower leg as the teeth of this creature pierced my skin.

The quick echoing of my mom's feet hitting the floor was the last thing I heard.