When Crows Kill

Chapter one

I think I screamed.

my mother's body was limp on the board of wood. some of her skin eaten off and some bones visible making her look like a zombie. I lost all of my senses but my sight. I just saw her lying on the board. nothing else.

hell was going on around me and I couldn't breathe.I felt someone grab my arm but I didn't move. She's dead shes dead she's dead she's dead.suddenly, everything went black. I came back to my senses and heard my screaming and the hands dragging me somewhere. Was it my turn? Was I about to die? Where were they taking me? Was my father okay? I felt my body hit something and the world around me stopped I couldn't stop picturing my mother. I was prepared to watch her burn, not this. no no no not this.

the hands were gone and I couldn't move I couldn't see but I knew I had to be alive. right? I didn't feel dead but who knew if you could feel dead? I needed to calm down, everything was going to be okay, maybe not right now, but maybe someday it would be. I needed to clear my mind so I could think about what the hell just happened.

I was standing by my dad and mom was walking up there, the cross came down and devoured her, crows wouldn't eat humans, would they? My knowledge was limited, but I didn't think there was a possibility that could just happen without reason.

"Sir, we got her," a voice said

okay definitely not dead. should I say something? do something? who the hell was he talking to? Was I about to die? Were they kidnapping me? What the hell was happening?"Hello?" I said my voice coming out shaky.

"sh, ma'am I need you to be quiet for a bit okay? you're not in danger." the voice said again

okay so maybe I wasn't but he could be lying, who the hell was the sir he was talking to anyway? just stay quiet, I can do that, yeah.I did as he said and stayed quiet as the world started moving again I was sitting in a carriage no idea where they were taking me."Drink this," the voice said handing me something. I knew not to fight over it so I took it and passed out.

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When I woke up, I could see again. and I was lying on top of a bed in the same clothes and my hands were untied. the room was big, with a dark drown bookshelf in Infront of me, a closet to my right, and a balcony to my left which would make an easy out if something happened. maybe I should go now, but I didn't feel well enough to do that.

I was lying in a bed with white sheets and dark wood surrounding it, this was no doubt a rich house, the middle class couldn't even dream of a house like this one. even some of the rich. and I haven't even seen the rest of the house yet.

the last few hours came back to me and I scrambled out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror, we didn't have mirrors where I lived, we only had water to look at ourselves in. so I was seeing myself clearly for the first time. my long brown hair frizzing from lack of brushing, by dark brown eyes, pale skin, and dark lips. until I looked down at my clothes and frowned. I still had the dirty brown dress on, dirt all over myself, and no shoes. I sighed and looked over to the door to where I believe was the restroom, then back down at myself. there was no doubt I should clean myself but I didn't trust this place yet. I looked over to the balcony and considered leaving. but what would be on the other side? nothing. so I went over to the door to my room and took a deep breath before opening it and losing the breath all over again.

the walls where bright white and wooden beams lined the walls along with glorious paintings and plants.

"You're the girl, I assume?" said a voice from my left and I looked over there to see a man with dark hair and skin and green eyes standing out. "My apologies if I startled you, ma'am, Charles Bernard, it's a pleasure meeting you," he says putting his hand out"Where am I?" I didn't give a damn who this man was I just wanted to know what the hell was happening. his arm went back to his side and he smiled "This is Mr. Banks' estate" he said "After the unfortunate happening of the other day, he'd requested your presence here"my heart stopped "And who is this man?" I asked unable to move. "Sir Daniel Banks. son of George and Alice Banks." Charles said. and I think I might pass out. "is Mr. Banks here at the moment?" I asked voice shaky. "I'm afraid not." Charles said with a sympathetic look on his face "But he gave me orders to greet you once you woke up." he said "I'll alert him of your awakening once he is to return." he said nodding before turning around and walking away.

I walked back to my room and into the restroom. It was beautiful, and I'd never thought I'd say that about something like a restroom, however, I wasn't used to it, it was unusual for me. though I didn't suspect I would stay for much longer once I talked with this Mr. Banks. I took off my dress and got into the bathtub, as the scents of all the soaps invaded my nostrils. it smelled amazing but I didn't trust any of that yet assuming it could have poison. I washed myself off with water and then got out and looked at the closet.

I didn't breathe for a while as I looked at it. it was amazing there were all the dresses humans could think of, in every color. they were set from biggest to smallest and color-coded and it was all beautiful. I chose a small magenta dress and put my hair in a bun before I looked at myself in the mirror.

the sleeves of the dress were see-through and there was a red corset lined with pearls and a skirt not too big but not to small to be considered scandalous. my lips were a deep red and I had ruby's hanging from my ears. I felt like a kid playing dress up or doing something I'm not because this didn't feel right. I shouldn't be doing this. I didn't belong in this. I belonged in rags and dirt and shining shoes. I sighed and tried to pull my thoughts together.

There was a knock at my door and I walked over and opened it to see Charles. "Mr. Banks will be returning soon," he said unfazed by my appearance before walking off. I walked back into my room and stared at the balcony. and thought. what did Mr. Banks look like? Was he old? Tall? Why did I care? All thoughts of this mysterious Mr. Banks put aside, I thought of my parents. I knew for a fact that Mother had to be dead, so instead I let my thoughts roam to Father.Me and my father had never been close but I knew he'd cared for me and my mother. sometimes I'd wish he'd had interest in me and we had a better relationship, but then again everything happens for a reason.

I wonder what the reason for my presence here was. But there is no telling until you've found your purpose.

sometimes people say we were born to die, but I think everyone was born for their purpose to live on.