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The Raven

That day had been notorious. I had strolled across the tribe-island where I had glimpsed a raven perched sternly upon a birch branch. I had gazed at it but had not met its eyes. My grandma had warned me over again as a young boy to never look, not even in a time of weak curiosity. I would question why and she would reply, ‘Danton, it will bring with you much danger and bad luck. The red gleam of light that comes from a ravens’ eyes will weaken the soul of any that look into them; just like the sun is danger to eyes on a searing day.’ I had gazed at the black plumage of the raven perched there as I recalled her words, and my feet had become unsteady with terror. It had begun to squawk, to make a racket with its heavy wings; then it had flown from the branch, over the bank towards me; the shadow of its span had buried me into darkness, and my legs had begun to crumble beneath me. Its sharp beak had struck my head many times. I had fallen to the ground in pain, in silence, frozen with fear. Then it stopped, and as I looked at it I had witnessed my own blood stains drenched in its feathers; red on black luminous plumage; so beautiful, so ugly. Then it had flown into the sunset horizon, leaving me marred with its violence. I was twelve years of age on that notorious day, and there has been no day pass since, when I haven’t looked a raven in its eyes.

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Daphne

“The storm had come up strong and wild. I remember there were three men, and a woman. They were screaming in the midst of the deafening wind. The noise was unbearable. I tried to run to help them, but they fell into the river before I could reach them. Then I looked up to the clouds and I saw it…it was looking at me.”

Daphne sat awkwardly, rocking back and forth upon the hospital bed, her knees clenched to her chest, as she recounted the storm to Rowena.

“Saw what? What was looking at you, Daphne?” Rowena asked, “Honey, I know this is uncomfortable for you, but it is important we revisit the storm so that you can be free of your recurring nightmares. Do you understand?”

Daphne stopped rocking. She stared up at Rowena with vacant eyes and formed her mouth into a large oval and screamed, “I saw the evil of the storm…and it is going to get me and you, all of us! It’s just a matter of time!”

Rowena shuddered and didn’t reply. She recorded the conclusions of her session with Daphne in her notebook.

Day 53: Symptoms of psychosis; namely ‘lack of insight’. Daphne is still experiencing frequent psychotic episodes. She is totally unaware that her delusions/hallucinations are imaginary.

“Thank You, Daphne, that will be all for today.” Rowena said, getting up to leave.

But before she reached the door she stopped suddenly as she listened to the cold words that were leaving Daphne’s mouth.

“Rowena, you are next.”

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