Your new home.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

That was all I could hear. That was all I could think of.

I felt so still.

My body ached over.

I want my mummy. I want her hugs. I want her smile. I want her cookies.

I don't want to sleep anymore. I just want to be awake already!!!

I tried to open my eyes, but they didn't obey me. They didn't even bulge.

I try to speak, but no words come out. No words seem to come out.

Now I'm feeling sleepy all over again. I don't want to sleep!!!! I want to see my mummy and daddy!!!!

.....

My eyes slowly open and I see I'm in a dark place. I don't know why, but I'm scared. Really scared.

"Mu...mumm...m-" I try to call for my mummy, but I can't. "Dad...da-" I start to cry. "Da..." I move my eyes towards the door and I see my uncle Mark and aunt Mary whispering to each other.

"Unc.....uncl..e" I say a little louder and they both turn to me.

Aunt Mary's eyes widens before she rushes to my side.

"Sweetie! Oh my god darling! You are finally awake!" She says and I frown.

Awake? What is she saying?

Wasn't I on my way to dinner with myself parents? Weren't we just...in...the...car?

"Daddy?" I ask my aunt but she just turns to uncle Mark. "Mummy?" I ask again and again, silence.

"Kid," Uncle Mark begins. "The fire was just-" I couldn't hear what he said after that one word. And all I could think about is that one word.

Fire?

Fire???

Fire???

What fir-

I suddenly remember the fear seizing fire I saw before I slept off.

It was large

It was big

And I was eating the car up.

"No, no, no, no, no-" I start to repeat over and over again.

"Sweetie." My aunt holds my hand.

"Mummy and daddy was in the car-"

"Darling-"

"They were in the car when the fire came." I was crying at this point.

"Raven-"

"It...ate...them...up." I say in between cries.

"Honey." Aunt Mary hugs me till I stopped crying.

It's not like I stopped crying, it's just that I couldn't cry anymore. I don't know why, but I just couldn't.

My heart felt like it was squeezing, but I couldn't cry out the pain.

I just....I just stayed on the bed motionless.

Hours passed, then days, then weeks, then months. But I was still the same.

The doctor said I was traumatized. I don't even know the meaning. But what I do know and want, is my parents.

I kept waiting for them each day, thinking, no... hoping, they'd walk through the door and give me a tight hug.

I waited, waited, waited, and waited.

I went through lots of tests.

The reason? I couldn't understand.

I talked to different doctors all asking how I felt.

Still I couldn't understand what they meant.

I just wanted to see my parents.

I missed them. I just couldn't get why can't see them anymore.

I asked aunt Mary. She said they were far away.

I asked uncle Mark. He said they were busy.

Were they just too busy for me?

Then, the day came when I was finally leaving the hospital.

I thought, 'oh! I would see my parents again.'

I got dressed, wore my shoes and got ready.

Uncle Mark and aunt Mary were waiting for me by the door. We walked to their car and uncle Mark started driving.

Minutes later, I realized the route he was passing was different.

'This doesn't lead to our house.'

I thought to myself.

'It could be we've changed houses?'

I also thought to myself.

I was starting to get happy.

We reached a really big house a while later and we all got down.

Then, my aunt came to stand beside me and smiled.

"Sweetie, you'll be staying with us from now on. It may be hard at first, but you'll get used to it. I'm sorry it has to be this way. it's either this or the orphanage and I couldn't do that to you. Welcome to your new home darling."

Hard?

Get used to it?

Orphanage?

New home?

Wait!

It was then I realized,

My parents were never coming back.