[center][h1][color=7bcdc8]Raven Carter[/color][/h1]
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[color=7bcdc8]Location: The docks, not far from the beach party.
Interacting With: Molly.[/color][@Cio][/center][hr]

Raven was silent for a few moments, staring out over the water with a conflicted look on her face. She eventually brought the bottle of Tequila to her lips, taking a long swing before handing it to Molly. [color=7bcdc8]“You might want some more of this first…”[/color] She mumbled with an uneasy snicker, forcing a smile through her darker expression. It had been a while since she’d thought of this particular memory, and had never told anyone about it. Molly Hartell was the last person she’d expect to share it with, but things had changed that night. She now wouldn’t rather talk to anyone else.

After a few more moments of quiet reflection, Raven took a deep breath, before turning to Molly, holding her hand much tighter than before. [color=7bcdc8]“Alright… Well, before me and my dad moved to Brooklyn, I ran away from home… Went off on my own for a bit. It was kinda like a soul searching kinda thing, I guess.”[/color] She started her story softly, recalling it in her mind as she retold it. [color=7bcdc8]“It was good, for the most part. There were a few scary moments, but nothing as bad…”[/color] She paused for a bit, closing her eyes and taking another deep breath, before opening her eyes again and continuing. 

[color=7bcdc8]“I went to a bush doof. Kinda like a small, independent music festival held out in the bush, where people just get fucked up on all sorts of shit.” She explained with a motion of her hand. “Needless to say, I was pretty fucked. I’d had 2 tabs of acid, and I don’t even know how many caps. I was outa my skull.”[/color] Her darker expression broke for just a moment, giggling softly as she remembered how high she was that day. [color=7bcdc8]“It was crazy. I swear I had a conversation with a berry bush. She was quite a lovely bush, although her berries were kinda dicks.”[/color] Another soft giggle, before her expression darkened again as she continued the story.

[color=7bcdc8]“Anyway… I went for a walk back to our tents, because I needed to lie down, and I started hearing something…”[/color] Her grip on Molly’s hand got a little tighter as she spoke. [color=7bcdc8]“At first I thought it was just the acid fucking with me, but it sounded so real… It was like muffled screaming…”[/color] She stopped again, gulping back a lump in her throat, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing. [color=7bcdc8]“It was coming from one of the tents. I stared at it for a moment, trying to figure out if what I was seeing or hearing was actually real… Eventually I ripped open the tent flap, and saw it…”[/color] 

Tears started to well up in her eyes, as she recalled the memory, trying hard to keep herself from crying. [color=7bcdc8]“There was a girl in there… Tears streaming down her face and red marks on her cheek and neck… And a guy on top of her trying to take her clothes off… I stood there for a moment, before they noticed me, because I didn’t know what to do. Eventually the girl saw me and screamed out to me for help. They guy turned around… He had the most evil, animalistic look on the face… As high as I was, he almost looked like an animal. He started screaming at me, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying, I just stood there, staring at him. Then he got up and slapped me, knocking me down, before trying to go back into the tent…”[/color] A tear started falling down her cheek as she slowly continued, her voice barely above a whisper. 

[color=7bcdc8]“As soon as I hit the ground, I just remember something changing in me. Like an ancient, primal part of me waking up. And as weird as it sounds… I felt energy flowing from the ground into me, filling me with this sorta strength that I’d never felt before, or since. I stood up and just charged at the guy. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back by the hair, and threw him on the ground, before getting on top of him, and just… Laying into him. There was blood everywhere, I don’t know if it was from his face or my knuckles, or both… I just kept hitting, until he wasn’t moving anymore…”[/color] Tears were now streaming down her face as she talked, but she managed to keep her composure, her voice only wavering a little bit. [color=7bcdc8]”At some point, I got up, grabbed the girl and took her to a portable toilet, where I just held her for hours until she stopped crying…”[/color] She stopped talking then, barely keeping herself from sobbing, her gaze dropping down to watch the water.