Ruined: A Twisted lost Boys fanfiction

Chapter 10

Katharina gazed at the bags scattered on the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks and quivering lip. Her hand trembled as she took slow drags from her cigarette. Seated on the floor, her back pressed against the door, she let her head hang to the side, her eyes flickering towards the bags. She sighed, placing the cigarette between her lips, and wandered over to the bags. Slowly opening them, she found clothes, makeup, jewellery all her sister's belongings, along with photos of her family. Her sister, with her bright smile and enchanting eyes, seemed to outshine Katharina. With a scoff, Katharina stood up, sighing as she left the bags downstairs. She would sort them out tomorrow, or so she thought, if she had the energy or desire, but it seemed she lacked both.

Dragging herself back to her room, she opened the door and collapsed onto her back. Raising her hand to smoke, she gazed at the ceiling, pondering the state of her life.

"Everybody is dead, and now you're dead too," Katharina mumbled, her eyes void of life, her last shred of hope disintegrating with the thought of her sister's death. She was truly alone now, wasn't she?

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Several days had passed, and Katharina's condition hadn't improved. She had managed some sleep and little food, yet she went shopping, knowing the importance of eating. She picked up snacks she could muster an appetite for, like ice cream and soup. After a brief grocery run and replenishing her stock of cigarettes and alcohol, she returned home, stored everything in the cupboard, and then stepped out again.

As she strolled along the boardwalk, a cigarette in one hand and her trusty vodka tucked in her bag, she thought sarcastically about the joy of shopping for a funeral dress. It appeared she had become more dependent on the drink than she realized, yet she had acquired a taste for the sharpness of alcohol and the smokiness of cigarettes—it was the only thing that made her feel anything. She was dressed simply in a hoodie and leggings, her Doc Martens tapping against the pavement. Her hair cascaded freely, dancing with the wind, while her eyes scanned her surroundings, devoid of expression. As she walked in silence, an abrupt collision with a passerby caught her off guard, causing her to stumble over her feet. Her face met the unforgiving concrete, and blood began to trickle from her nose. Katharina lay there, taken aback by the sudden fall. She dropped her cigarette, growling under her breath as she muttered a remark in her native language. Rising to her feet, she felt the weight of onlookers' gazes but chose to ignore the persistent stares. As blood trickled down her face, she was primed to knock someone out cold. Tensing her already sore and bruised knuckles, she turned to confront the fool who had knocked her over. She unleashed a dark, deadly glare, but to her surprise, she found herself locking eyes with a child no older than eleven. With a frightened expression, he swallowed hard and stuttered out an apology to the intimidating woman who was smoking her cigarette. As she leaned down to get a better look at him, her ability to read people told her he was genuinely remorseful for bumping into her.

I.. I I..I'm..so sorry miss He stutters, managing a faint smile as he continues to apologize. She stays silent, feeling the weight of stares upon her while blood trickles down her face. Tilting her head, she looks at the child. She wore a haunting smile that held a glimmer of something dark in her cat-like eyes, making the child shudder under her intense gaze. Swallowing hard, he found her smile not only creepy but also unsettling. She chuckled, finding amusement in the child's distress. Lowering her head, she drew closer to him. He stood frozen, legs immobile, as he watched her hand approach. To his surprise, she gently caressed his cheek, her long nails soothing him. There was something about her movements that relaxed the child and diminished his fear.

"Don't worry, it's okay," she gently assured the child in a soft tone, her voice a mix of warmth and coolness. She comforted him, confirming that she wasn't angry, which brought a laugh and a smile to his face. As she stroked his cheek, he felt the chill of her hand. Smiling, he took her hand, blew on it, and rubbed it to warm it up. She tilted her head, smiling at his laughter, then he spoke.

"Miss, your hands are cold. Are you okay?" he asked with concern, prompting a chuckle and a nod from her as she withdrew her hand, sensing his mother's approach. The child's frown deepened as he stepped back, his mood souring as his mother began berating the woman with a barrage of names.

"What do you think you're doing with my son?" the angry mother yelled, her voice highlighting the tension between the two women. Katharina wore a calm yet eerie smile, chuckling darkly as the woman's eyes widened in fear, realizing who the other was. She stepped back, placing the child protectively behind her. Katharina tilted her head, maintaining that same unsettling smile as the woman stuttered over her words and swallowed hard.

"I... It's you," she whispered, as Katharina sent her a toothy grin.

"No, you're thinking of my mother. I'm her daughter, Eveline."

"Look, I don't want any trouble, okay?" the woman implored, recognizing the person she had shouted at and dreading the repercussions. However, Katharina simply rolled her eyes. It appeared that people still harbored fear towards her parents. if only they knew they were both dead and gone. But who said Katharina couldn't have fun and play along with it?.

"If I were you, I'd watch your back," she taunted, flashing the woman another eerie smile before walking away, leaving her in terror and the child in utter confusion. As the child gazed after the departing stranger, he felt an odd yearning to understand her. There was an intriguing quality about her; she appeared emotionless, yet paradoxically, emotions seemed to linger. The child's curiosity was ignited—what drew him to want to know her?

"Mama, who was that woman?" asked the child as he tugged on her dress. She looked at him and gulped, fear consuming her. She examined her child, ensuring he was not hurt. The child was fine, wearing a look of confusion.

"Someone very dangerous," replied Alex's mother, offering little to satisfy the curious child's inquiry. "Why is she dangerous, Mama?" he pressed. "It's the family she belongs to," his mother responded tersely. Yet, Alex held a different view of the mysterious girl. Initially, she seemed frightening, but his emotions shifted; he grew fond of her, and she appeared lovely when she smiled. Her eyes captivated him too. With that thought, he blushed faintly, scratched his head, and dismissed the burgeoning feelings.