Warning: This is not a chapter of the story, just a little Christmas bonus, if you will. I love you, I hope you enjoy 🤍
NATALYA
age 15, Las Vegas, Nevada
I giggled as I bolted down the stairs, holding Ivan's hand tight.
My little brother panted as we kept running, his breaths coming short.
A huge smile spread on my face when we heard stomping from upstairs. "You little demons!" Aida shrieked, her horrified - yet amused voice ringing through the house.
Me and Ivan laughed. "You love us," I called back, my smile happy and carefree.
Aida stomped to the railing, her black hair looking like a wild bird nest. She glared playfully at us. "You are so lucky that I do," she said jokingly.
She lifted her hands, showing us her bleach splattered heels."What is this you little menaces?" She asked us, her brow arcehed high.
I grinned. "Our Christmas gift to you," I batted my eyelashes innocently. Aida groaned, dropping the shoes and rubbing her hand over her sleepy eyes.
"My Christmas gift? Or my yearly Christmas prank?" She smiled as she said it, her beautiful face lighting up.
I smiled softly at her. My older sister was beautiful. With her long, straight black hair, forest green eyes that could stare through someone's soul and her tall, lean body - she could very well pass for a model.
"Christmas prank," Ivan deadpanned, his boyish grin tugging at my heart.
He was the youngest of us siblings. At barely thirteen two years younger than me - six whole years than Aida - he hadn't experienced all the horrors we had, though our parents made sure he knew of them.
Aida grinned at us, her eyes slipping behind us to the grandfather clock above the entrance. The green orbs widened obscenely. "Fuck!" She screeched before she bolted back to her room and I laughed, finding her panic funny.
For someone who was usually a sweats and hoodie type of girl around the house, Aida went through her moments where all she wanted to do was dress up with the sparkliest, most glittery and jeweled clothes she had. Not to mention her shoe collecting addiction which grew worse by the day, her collection now expanding to another room.
I parted from Ivan, rushing up to my own room to finish getting ready for the small Christmas dinner Aida organized.
My room was a thousand years away from the others in the house. White walls, decorated with pages from magazines spread all around them. My ceiling wouldn't put me to shame either, ribbons upon ribbons threaded through each other and hanging down from there.
I sighed contently. Despite having a shit mental health at such a young age, I tried to find some comfort in the little things - like my room.
My shoulders slumped as I hit play on my iPod, Lana Del Rey's voice piercing throughout the room. I smiled slightly as "Off To The Races" boomed around me, the song bringing me much needed mental peace.
Entering my closet I was once again assaulted by a tornado of pink. My smile widened.
Everybody thought the girls who chose pink as their favorite color were bubbly, sweet people who shat rainbows and ate cotton candy for breakfast. And some of them were like that. Probably.
I wasn't. I'd loved pink since I was a little girl. At first because my mother and father hated it with a passion. Then because I learned it represented me.
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