Ravenna. My story..

Light… Flashes… White glimmering. Consciousness does not want to come back in any way. Wherever you look, the reflections of colored flares turn into grotesque patterns from acid trips, swirling and frightening. Hold out your hand and you’ll see it participating in this dance of madness… Everything keeps making swirls…

Our city is the same as any other major center. In the morning it welcomes dreamers and adventurers who get up at dawn, aiming to attain something unbelievable; at night its true colors begin to appear: the city is a dream breaker, an abode for hypocrisy, plotted intrigues, and dirt.

Among the hundreds of clubs, where someone tries to find a new victim, and the other just wants to get lost in the great amount of alcohol and other substances. There you can always see a group of people lumped down on the asphalt in front of the entrance. Maybe they are kicked out for a scuffle (yet another one), maybe they just got drunk or maybe they even didn’t go to the club; no one knows. Honestly, no one cares.

It was among these people that Ravenna awoke. Red eyes, whether from fatigue or tears, little and a bit of shabby white dress, and huge black sneakers are parts of Ravenna’s everyday look, if not her attributes. A young girl from Art Academy, she has sunk in this dark ambience of the city.

Within the walls of her university, she’s a diligent but somewhat tired student that does all the tasks in time and never skips the classes. And here she’s like everyone else: too young for wearing jackets when it’s cold and without any hopes for a prince charming to pick her up. Fairly speaking, she finds pleasure in being here, in this place that has an atmosphere of strange gaiety. But it was not her world at all.

But really, how did she get here?

She makes an exhausting effort to recall yesterday; she was sitting in the bathroom, crying over another jerk who had promised her an estate in the Garden of Eden. He hadn’t written to her in over a week, and he hadn’t picked up the phone since they’d had an argument outside some new coffee shop. What an idiot! Couldn’t he understand that all of her deceitful looks and playful provocations were just a harmless game? And now he is probably sitting around somewhere with his new bitchy girlfriend and, as always, tucks away her curls behind the ear, murmurs something, and in the next moment suddenly nuzzles her closely to him and kisses her lips…

Ravenna comes around again because of a noisy car driving past her. She looked at her right thigh covered with scars. Those cuts were new.

… What used to be a fun game or symbol of protest has turned into everyday’s attempts to make herself feel alive.

Ravenna’s memories have reanimated the moments from the past when they were spending time with her boyfriend in private. The moments when both of them were kept with passion so that only her pale soft skin was present, and their hot breath, and his strong arms embracing her…

No… Get out of my head! While she still can discern the surrounding reality, she should think more earthly, about really important matters.

It was only at this moment that she felt a piercing cold on her bare shoulders. If youthfulness is responsible for the ability to leave cold unnoticed, it obviously can’t last for long…

Luckily for Ravenna, there are no classes tomorrow; and she’ll definitely catch a cold, if not more, after everything that’s happened. But she’s got distracted again. She needs to find a jacket as soon as possible and come back home.