Ginger Fitzgerald stands in front of the Stilenski house with nothing more than a backpack filled with school supplies, a bag of her clothes, and a bag of her personal items. Two cars sit in the driveway, a baby blue jeep and a police cruiser. Ginger had insisted on taking a bus to Beacon Hills. She had wanted to be able to relax before seeing her uncle and cousin. She hasn't seen them in a very long time. Not since she went into her gothic stage with her sister, which she has now since gotten out of.
Ginger now is dressed in jeans, a gray tank top, and her leather jacket. "I can't stand here all day. I just need to get this over with." Ginger whispers to herself before lifting her fist and knocking on the door. The door opens to reveal none other than Ginger's uncle. "Hey, Uncle Noah." Ginger gives a small smile. Seeing her uncle after so many years were painful. She used to be close to her uncle and cousin, but when she got into high school things changed. Her sister and her changed. They started seeing the world as hell and not something enjoyable. She went down a dark path and cut everyone, but her sister out of her life. She had hurt many people by doing that.
"Your hair is red." Ginger frowns as she touches the red strands. Her hair used to be a dark brown but now is as red as blood.
"Uh, yeah, I dyed it." She forces a smile, but anyone can see she's hiding something.
"Come on in. I'll get your-" He goes to grab her bags when Ginger stops him.
"No!" Her uncle looks at her a little startled. "Sorry, I just..." She runs her fingers through her hair. "I rather just carry them myself, but thanks anyway, Uncle Noah. Second room to the right of the stairs, right?" She asks.
"Uh, yeah."
"Okay, thanks." Ginger says before heading up the stairs. Ginger walks into the room that she and Brigitte used to stay in whenever they visited their uncle. The room has changed a lot since the last time Ginger had been there. The room is now more mature looking and grown up. Ginger smiles as she begins to unpack her things.
"Need help?" Ginger turns to find her cousin standing in the doorway.
"Just unpacking. Nothing I can't handle." Ginger tells him as she puts her empty clothes bag under her bed. She puts her backpack filled with school supplies by her desk and opens her last bag.
"What's that?" Stiles goes for a small case in her bag, but Ginger grabs it before he can.
"Female products." Stiles instantly backs up. "It's filled with my tampons and-"
"No! I do not need to know." Ginger laughs and puts the case in her bathroom before putting up her pictures, knick-knacks, and other small decoration things around the room.
"So... what happened to your hair?"
"Dyed it." Ginger says as she sits down on her bed.
"It looks nice."
"Thanks." Ginger says with a small smile.
"So... How are you-"
"Stiles, I'm fine. Don't worry, okay?"
"Ging, you lost your sister and parents in a horrible accident. It's okay to say you're not doing okay."
"Stiles, really, I'm okay." Stiles frowns before nodding. "Look, the ride here was pretty long and I'm tired. Would you mind if I got some rest?"
"No, of course, I'll just be in the other room if you need me." Ginger nods, giving him a small smile as she watches him walk out. Ginger closes the door after him and heads to her bathroom. She goes to her case and unzips it. Inside is a needle, a disinfectant, a small collection of cleaning pads and five good size containers of some strange purple liquid. Ginger grabs the needle and fills it with the liquid. Ginger wraps the blue medical wrap around her arm before grabbing a face cloth. She puts the face cloth in her mouth, biting down on it before putting the needle into her arm and pumping the liquid into her blood. Her cries are muffled, but her tears run heavily down her face.
She cleans up and falls back on her bed. Her body is covered in sweat as the strange liquid runs through her blood. Her vision turns black and she faints.