At least one part of me died - the part that believed there was something good in every living creature.
It died that night in the lonely house, at the end of the city, in a pool of sticky blood.
That innocence was murdered by the beak of that terrible creature which had no trace of goodness in it.
My life was saved by a passerby who saw the broken window and thought someone had broken into the house.
There he found my seemingly lifeless body.
He stopped the bleeding, carried me into his carriage and drove me straight to the doctor where I was saved.
They tell me it was a miracle that I survived losing so much blood, but I am not sure if it was.
I think everything happens for a reason. I am still alive for a reason. It is only unclear what that reason is.
Even today I have nightmares of that grotesque bird coming back to finish me off. I wonder if it is just a nightmare or a premonition of what the future might hold for me.
Maybe I am destined to die by the beak of that fiend, but not yet. I refuse to die until I have lived a full life!
Maybe that is the reason I was able to survive such a huge blood loss. The will to live is too strong in me.
I am ready now, ready to fight for every second of my life! After that terrible ordeal, I have realized how important every little moment of life is, and how it should be cherished.
Nowadays, after every nightmare, I try to erase the memory of it.
I try to erase the raven from my mind.
I have even started convincing myself that the monster went back to hell it came from and that I would not see it ever again.
Oh, how I hope I don't see it ever again!
Nevertheless, one part of me, which I try to keep in the farthest corners of my mind, knows the truth. The raven has not gone back to hell.
It is still here, somewhere. It is stalking its prey.
I might become the raven's next victim at any time.
Although deep down I know this, I keep trying to suppress it because the only way for me to live my life fully is not to worry about the future. I shall live in the now and still be ready to face whatever the future has in store for me.
Physically speaking, I recovered fairly quickly considering the fact that I was on the brink of death, but I still have a lot of emotional scars which are slowly healing.
As I have said, I don't worry about the future too much; but I am not crazy - I have taken a few precautionary measures.
I started wearing a weapon and I became more cautious and less trustworthy.
The thing is, now I know that evil is somewhere out there and I shall stay on guard until we meet again. The next time the raven's blood will be spilled, I can promise you that.
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