I wake up in my bed this time. I look around and notice nothing changed in it. It's still the mess I left it as. Most people are annoyed at messes I am to just not when it's my stuff it's organized how I like it but it looks like a mess so I call it my mess.
I start to get out of bed and walk to the door. As I reach for the handle out of the corner of my eye I see a mirror and I stopped dead in my tracks.
I see what my back looks like for the first time. The ugly red scars forming different line and curves making one giant image. I couldn't tell what it was supposed to be other than lines are going in no specific directions. Below that is the tattoo.
The tattoo is a very clear dark black Raven with its wings spread out across my back and it's tail going down and the head turned to the left.
At this point I've cried to much I've been to scared and I'm to tired to care what the scars or the tattoo looks like. This whole thing has been a nightmare that I can't wake up from until now. Now I see what they did to me and I've seen what they did to James and what scares me the most now is knowing they're still out there.I feel like all the emotions in side me just shut off. Now it's just me and my thoughts.
I turn to my door and open it and go right out not taking a second look in the mirror. Once I'm downstairs I see my mom on the phone in the kitchen. Deciding it's important I walk to the living room and sit watching the show she had on. It's nothing new just another rerun of NCIS.
Mom finishes her call and comes back into the living room and jumps when she sees me. I turn to her with a questioning look.
"Jesus you scared me I thought you were a reporter that broke in." mom explains.
That's when I became aware of the numerous voices out the windows. I stand up and go to the window and just as I'm about to open the curtains to have a peek mom quickly puts a hand on the curtain and slowly shakes her head. Understanding I remove my hand and ask " what are we going to do"
"Were moving to Oregon. There's a small town there that has a small house for us and zero news reporters." Mom explains with a small smile.
I nod my head in response.
We started moving the next day which meant lots of people in and out of our house. The moving company put up barricades to and from there car so the reporters wouldn't swarm us as we packed up our things. we woke up at 5:30 AM to start and finish at 6:15 PM. Then we started our drive to OR from Kansas. It was the longest time i've spent in a car but i didn't mind I needed the quiet. we didn't make it with the first day so we rented a room on the border of Colorado and Wyoming for a night. We didn't get to sleep in for long before we hit the road again.
After varriouse bathroom stops and snack brakes we finally end up in oregon. Turns out when she said small ment 2,000 small which I had no problem with but im very used to the city of 100,000 where I lived in before. In other words this will be a big adjustment.
I turn to ask my mom why she chose such a small town. She just said it was the first place that she found that guaranteed a good job. I could tell there were other reasons though but I didn't press on. we arrived at the house a minute later it's a small one story house with a attic and basement. I called the attic for my room right away.
We finished the unpacking on thursday. I hear a knock on my door and see mom poke her head in and announce that i'm going back to school tomorrow and without leaving me room to complain she closed the the door.