Inside a Hypocritical Faker

Andy

I had left RAVEN in her room. After talking about almost everything....well she said she wanted to keep her "name" Lilly. Ughh the way those letters tasted in my mouth! She was not a simply "Lilly" but a beautiful majestic "Raven". I was reoccupied with the task of getting food for RAVEN, but I kept thinking. I told her that should couldn't keep the name Lilly, that her REAL name was and is Raven. She didn't look at me when I left, only asked if she could eat. It was going on her 3rd day/night with me, and she just now wanted something to eat... I wasn't paying attention to where the knife was going and cut my middle finger. "Fuck," I hissed. I left the knife on the cutting bored with the chicken I was getting ready to fry. I turned on the sink and stuck my hand under. I hissed again as the cold water ran in the cut and washed away the blood. I was so entranced by what I was watching I didn't hear that Raven had came out of her room. I felt a presence behind me then I heard her voice. "Here let me help you." I let her guide me to the bathroom and sat down. She began searching the cabinets until she found what she needed. Raven laid out a box of band aids and rubbing alcohol. I looked down at the cut. It was actually pretty deep, and was still bleeding. It went all the way across the top on my finger. I was again pulled in to the world of wonder by the blood so I didn't see that Raven was about to poor rubbing alcohol on the cut. "What the fucking hell," I yelled. I watched as she recoiled back, expecting to get hit. I shut my mouth and we sat in silence. Raven finally recovered and continued. This time she dabbed the cut now, soaking up the blood and alcohol mixture. I sucked air in through clenched teeth. "Well if you were careful...," she started to say then stopped. I was watching her hands and how she gently tried to help me, like she didn't WANT to hurt me. When her hands stopped moving I looked at her. I could see that she wanted so badly to say something, but held it in. It was like her words were ramming into her skull and she was hurting, but she seemed to think that if she were to let these words free, she would hurt even more. What have I made her into?

Cat

It's been three days and nothing! Even thought I only met Lilly and talked a tiny bit, I felt like I knew her, and I wanted her back. I was given a card by one of the men from the FBI. His name was Ashley Purdy. He told me to call if I needed anything, and I did, his help.

Notes

mainly a filler.