In Mississippi, there was an eleven year old girl named Christen Lily Smith. She had long hair, the color of roses, and eyes, as green as moss. Even though she had little friends to her name, you could always see a smile on her face. She and her sister were best friends, only a few major unlike features. Her sister, Victoria, wore black every day, while christen loved colors. Victoria, had brown hair and eyes as red as flames. Last, Victoria was very depressed, christen was the only person she smiled for.
One day, when christen was at school, she felt a person tap her shoulder. She looked up from her lunch and saw a guy about her sisters age, a teenager. "Hey! Vic's sister right?" the teen said way to happily. "Yea... Why you ask?" christen didn't know how to go about this situation. "Tell your sister she still owes me. Okay?" He said with a kinda smirk on his face. Owe you? Christen thought to herself. She shrugged it off and answered with a simple okay, and the guy walked off.
That night at around 7 pm, she thought of what the guy told her to tell her sister. She walked to her sisters room, as she stood outside the door, she heard her sister talking to someone on her cell phone. She knocked. Victoria opened the door and faked a smile, "Need something Chrisy?" she said. "Yea actually" Christen replied "A guy told me to tell you that you still 'owe' him". Her sisters face went dead plain. She shut the door on her. "Vic? Vic whats the matter?" she walked back to her room, worried. That night the girl got no rest.
Her sister woke her up for school, but she didn't even try to smile, a blank look consumed her. At school, Christen was aware of everything. At last hour she got a note from her teacher. It was from her sister.
'Hey Chris, I left school because I have a cough. You can walk home. I love you Love, Vic.'
Christen thought this was odd. Usually her sister never got sick, not even a bug, but she shrugged it off. She was very tense walking home, so she took the short cut. "Hey kiddo!" she heard from behind her. It was that guy. She looked at him "What exactly does she owe you?" she said enraged. The guy started chuckling and answered in a somewhat smirkish way. "Oh... she paid her debt, but its not fair to only get half of a prize. Is it now?" Christen was confused, but what he pulled out of his bag... changed everything. A knife covered in crimson blood, and a eye as red as flames.
Christen sprinted in the opposite direction, the guy following her. She found a shed and hid in a wooden box and closed the lid. "Oh little christen! Where are you my lovely young victim?" The boy said as her entered the shed. "Oh, your beautiful sister. You should've heard her still alive. 'touch my sister your dead' and 'please don't kill her'. Christen couldn't help but let out a loud sigh while crying.
He slowly approached the box. "First, I cut out her eye. I still can't decide what was more beautiful, her blood, or her screams. Then, I slowly pressed my knife into her gut, making sure she suffered, I made it slow. And next, my child, its your turn." He opened the wooden box and pushed Christen to the floor. "Oh, little Christen, your death is going to be so much more unbearable." He said as he pinned her down to the floor with his weight. She begged and pleaded but it didn't stop him from taking his knife and plucking her eye ball out. She screamed, her eye was bleeding, it stung so bad.
Then, he licked the blood off his knife, and then started carving into her arms LITTLE CHRISTEN, it hurt so bad, it cut into her veins so deep, it was almost too much to take as she felt her blood rush out of her little body. The guy stood over her and pushed his knife into her stomach. As Christen took her last breath she heard him say "Goodnight, Little girl."
..................She woke up and saw her body on the ground. She looked at what a masterpiece was made out of her. She felt so happy. She picked up the knife and licked her own blood off of it. As her phantoms arms were dripping everlasting blood, she said "I am little christen... and I will find you."
