We Rose Up Slowly

Chapter Eight

The next few days consisted of a simple but consistent routine. Katya would wake up and have her breakfast, a coffee, and a cigarette, coming to life. In class, she would wander more than often, forgetting to take notes at all. When she got home she would have another few cigarettes and text some of the people in her class to at least know what she had to do. She would sit down on her desk, trying to understand whatever her classmates sent her. Katya wasn't the best when dealing with procrastination, but with time she learned how to. But it seemed like all that knowledge disappeared and now she was stuck in doing nothing, for hours on end. It was awful, not only was she blocked academically but also creatively. She looked to the corner of her room, where the painting of the corset lay. She grabbed it and started painting on more blood around the glass that had shattered into the skin of the hands, of her own hands. When did you become this useless? Why do you think you're proper of this? You're a fraud. You're a mess and everyone is gonna notice.

"You're calling me to read me you bitch!" She heard Trixie laugh and scream from her room. "Fuck you!"

"Ew no," Katya smiled at Kim's reply. "I mean you do look like a hooker, but no."

"No I do not," She imagined Trixie shaking her head and frowning. "If I'm one I'm an expensive one,"

"Tell that to the class of 2019," Katya raised a brow, what was Kim Chi talking about?

"Shut up!" Trixie laughed. "That's a secret,"

"Sure Trix, sure." Trixie lowered the volume of her phone and Katya rolled her eyes.

She shook her head, in an attempt to clear it. She couldn't let Trixie and whatever she was doing to whatever Kim referred to interrupt her. Katya breathed deeply, relaxing her hand around the brush, she didn't notice how tightly she was gripping it. She added some highlighting to the blood drops, as well as some details on the corset. The painting was her therapy, apart from reflecting her feelings on the canvas, the movement of the brush somehow calmed her down. Katya remembers her little self being caught drawing on the walls of her room, how furious her father was, and how a few days after her mom gifted her a drawing and coloring book behind her husband's back. She smiled, she was not only doing all this for herself but for her mom too. She looked at the picture next to her bed, it was the last photo taken of her mother. Katya was beaming with joy, being tickled by her mother. Her father told them to not ruin the family picture, but her mother printed it anyway and gifted it to Katya.

"Katya!" Katya jumped in her seat, startled by the knocking on her door.

"Jesus," Katya quickly stood up, opening the door."What do you want?"

"I'm going out tonight," Trixie said, raising her brows.

Katya scanned her from her head to toe, from her teased ponytail to the Louboutins that adorned her feet. She was wearing a body-tight, long-sleeved dress, made from a stretchy fabric of multiple vibrant neon colors all mixed up. Her jewelry was silver and shiny, as well as her shoes. Katya's eyes fell on her lips, which were painted with a strong pink, making them look even bigger than they already were. She wouldn't say it out loud but Trixie looked hot as fuck.

"And?"

"You can fuck Violet's brains out without annoying me?"

"Oh," Reality hit Katya, she couldn't let her mask fall. "It's funny that you think I won't annoy you."

"Okay," Trixie scoffed, and it made Katya feel so small. "You can keep obsessing over me all you want, I'm out." She turned around heading towards the door, Katya couldn't help but lower her view.

She shook her head and closed the door of her room, resisting the urge to slap herself. She's just horny and desperate without Violet, this would happen with anyone else she laid her eyes on. But Trixie was so different from anyone else she's been with, she's curvy, and so, so annoying. Yeah, she's annoying, why would Katya want someone who is annoying? And Trixie's straight, she wouldn't want to hook up with Katya. And hooking up with your roommate isn't a good idea at all. God, what was she thinking? She just checked out Trixie, nothing else.