Christina Reed: Genesis

Chapter 1

Streaks of light fade through the blinds slicing Christina's room into small unfair sections of strewn clothes, school books and small unfinished sketches. Even in the early hours of the morning the sun was already here to piss her off. Long black hair drifts slowly down her body to just above her hips as she slowly slides up her bed and pushes her back against her now upright pillows. After a few seconds she hears a soft giggle and gentle poking against her toes through the sheets. Opening her eyes, She looks at the covers easily covering her feet and gently pulls them up revealing her small feet and chipped black nail polish. Before Christina has time to blink a hand has grasped her foot and squeezes. This hand belonged to a younger girl, not much younger then Christina herself, who had been sitting on the foot of Christina's bed waiting for the first sign that she was awake.

"Why is it always my feet Victoria?" Christina moaned and gently kicks her foot to tell her to let go.
"Because I know you hate it" she chuckles and lets go quickly before throwing herself next to Christina on the bed and crossing her arms behind her head "so, what's on the agenda today" she sighs rolling her head as she speaks
Christina just ignores her and throws the sheets to the side to stand up. As she stands up Victoria whistles and points to Christina's ass. "You're a little tucked in" she smiles putting her hand back down and winking. A dark red floods Christina's face as she quickly and unsuccessfully tries to untuck her pyjama shirt from her panties "fuck you" she whispers under her breath before smiling and walking to her wardrobe and pulling out a pair of tights, a skirt that falls just above her knees, a matching pair of white lace panties and bra and a white button up shirt.
"Matching underwear? Who you trying to fuck?" Victoria asks confused but obviously just trying to get a reaction.
Again, Christina ignores her and walks into the bathroom to get changed as well as 'put her face on' as she liked to call it.

A good 20 minutes pass before she returns to Victoria sitting on a chair in the back of her room rocking slowly. Biting her lips she slowly turns around to observe her self in the mirror. Whilst in the bathroom she had purposefully ripped up a line in the front and back of her tights on the left thigh and on the other leg was an amazingly large whole ripped around the edge of her thigh. None of this would have been visible if she hadn't cut along the edge of her skirt so that it was now only a few inches down her legs. Her upper body has seen the same treatment by t not as destructive, her shirt had been untucked and frayed at the edges. The long black hair that flowed behind her has now been brought forward and used to make a shoddy fringe. Before grabbing her school bag she takes a small necklace off the corner of her mirror and swiftly drops it over her head with a sense of elegance and grace saved for those perceived with a higher status than Christina had been awarded. A small skull and upside down cross are the only things present in the necklace. As She goes to open the door Victoria whistles once more and points at the school bag before turning away and snuggling into bed. When Christina finally unlocks, unbolts and unchains her bedroom door the reality of this girls room is shown. The small unfinished sketches seamed innocent at first but are now revealed to be blood printed onto paper, burnt or just drawings of animals in cages with no heads.

Dragging the bag behind her, Christina closes and locks the door behind her to try and keep Victoria in. Christina never walked anywhere with any purpose. Generally just slumped over herself with her forehead leading her direction. But this walk was different, straight back, head held high. Christina was proud of how she looked today. The large black circles around her eyes went with the black lipstick and her black hair. While her naturally white skin contrasted perfectly with these blacks. "But of course my parents don't  want to be associated with this 'thing' that I am" Christina thought to herself as she made eye contact with her mother whilst walking down the stairs. A strong stare is held before her mother turn away and smiles at her husband. With one hand occupied with her bag she quickly flicked her fringe to the side while the other hand opens the door so she can escape one of her many hells.

The silent rejection from her mother ruined her mood slightly, her forehead taking control of her direction again while her back remained straight but when she turns off the path from her house onto the main Street a voice she hears way to often is heard from right beside her. Causing her back to instantly sink to a slump again.
"Im not that easy to get rid off" Victoria whispered into Christina's ear.