A sharp burning smell pricks Sebastian’s nose.
He quickely throws a glance at the fireplace worried, something must have caught fire. However, the fire blazes contained within the metal frame.
It dosen’t take him long to realize, what gave that peculiar odor. A cloud of myst like before, was gradually enveloping him from below. He kicks off his feet but they wouldn’t move. Soon they start feeling numb and his whole body goes limp. The dreadful experience returns , his vision gets dimmer and he starts swirling with everything around him..
Round..round..round..Sebastian closes his eyes tired and nauseasus.
The motion comes to a halt, like his freefall was suddenly being caught midway in the air by the invisible ropes tied to his body. It jerks him with a strong force and vanishes abruptly, leaving him obnoxious and drained.
He now stood on a large room with a bed placed on its centre, book shelves in one corner,a closet on the other and a table with a chair arranged near its window overlooking a large beautiful garden. Like other rooms on the mansion this too was empty. Only occasional chirps of birds from nearby tree soothed its desolation.
Tightly closing his lips, Sebastian immediately pushes his fingers on his mouth to stop from vomiting.
Wouldn’t want to do memory travel anytime soon..i feel sick..
Another sour water brass. His stomach does a painful flip. Making a quick run for open window,he throws himself against the wooden table.
The gentle hush of cold fresh wind hits his face, his nostrils and calms his insides.
After a while, waking up from a short nap, Sebastian rubs his eyes. How long had he been asleep he had no idea. The sun was almost down now and was casting his shadows unusually longer and impressively on the floor. But he felt refreshed, relieved his body was back to health, quicker and faster to response like he was used to.
He lays back on his torso and reaches out for a hard cover notebook, from the stack of books arranged side by side neatly on the corner of table. Holding it over to his face, he flips on the pages. All sorts of pencil sketched drawings of black Ravens birds stare at him with mean penetrating eyes from it.
‘Raven…’ Sebastian sighs , gently closing the notebook.
‘Your mother dosen’t love you’…
Sebastian hears a firm voice of a man speak on corridor, behind the half open door, shortly after.He knew it was Raven’s father. He had heard the man scream of fright and curse more than hundred times. Slowely tiptoeing to the direction the noise was coming from, he peeks out from the door.
Standing next to his father he sees Raven, almost half his height, intimidated by the man’s presence with his head held low staring into nothingness of floor. Sadness clearly surfaced on his innocent face.
‘She will leave us all alone and marry that man she calls her friend. She will take all of what we have and leave us to suffer.’
‘I tell you, she will be walking out on us anytime soon’
The bombarding of words and accuses goes on and on..
‘Mother won’t do anything of that to us!’ he hears Raven finally defend on a strong voice. But, somehow it didn’t feel right to Sebastian because he knew Raven did not believe what he said when he said that. He was so used to Raven’s nature by now that he recognized the tone Raven spoke with in confidence but this statement surely did not sound like Ravens.
‘Tell me where she was yesterday and day before yesterday. Did she tell you where she went?’ Raven’s father hammers, flustering with anger now.
‘She is getting divorce from me. She will take both of your custody and force you and your sister to live with your stepdad. And that won’t be good because I wouldn’t be able to do anything then’ he smirks.
Raven doesnot say a word.
He faces away from his father, diverting his attention to the closed door nearby. Judging by the corncerned look he gave, Sebastian was sure the room belonged to Rose. He could see Raven was worried if Rose heard their conversation or not. If she did, it wouldn’t have surprised him because Rose had developed extraordinary sense of hearing and smell to compensate for her blindness. She could even hear Raven tear the the pages of his notebook from her room.
After a long while of one sided argument, Raven’s father finally rests his heavy hands on his son’s fragile shoulders and speaks. This time his tone much lower and more affectionate ‘Son, I am not worried about you. You will get through, you always do but what about Rose?’
Sebastian on hearing that, grimaces with disgusted face.
Clearly the wicked man was tormenting the child mentally and driving him against his own mother. It was on his nature to spot a wolf under the sheep’s skin. He knew by the look of the man’s face, that he triumphed over the control he owned on his son’s thoughts. If only he could get his hands into his throat and severe his foul speaking tongue..Sebastian grits his teeth.
Raven however stands frozen, speechless even long after his father leaves, alone on the corridor. He continues to stare on his sister’s closed door, lost again on his thoughts. Then and there at the moment, Sebastian sees a flicker of what looked like a malicious beast on his eyes that was now aroused after a long,long slumber.