China's eyes did not open, strangely, for her liking. She first fell, sorry:dived, to the floor, panting hardly. Her hands automatically found her tummy, which was pierced through a rock. A damn rock. But her tummy was, again strangely, grumbling because of hunger. After all she's seen, her tummy wanted something that she never expected... Food. And it was unpatient, oh God how unpatient it was. China was bemused by this fact. But she really couldn't afford to be amused, since she was too busy trying to stop her eyes from leaking tears of pain and grief.
After a while, China opened her eyes again. She glanced at her room. The beautiful sky blue walls and a humble, cream white bed which completed the barely filled room. With a small dark coffee table, a comfy dark green couch and a full length mirror with the palest blue borders. A cup of tea on the coffee table filled the room with a pleasant cinnamon smell. But this time even the cinnamon tea smell China didn't like complex rooms and stuff, since she liked changes in her life. Her library, for example, was far too complex. It made the rainy weather in Ireland even more devastating than ever... At least there was that.
She shrugged off the wistful feeling off herself and shuffled to the glass door, taking the pale pink gown with her lazily from the couch. She opened the door and shuffled to the again humble kitchen. She smiled weakly at herself when she saw the tomato soup- ready, boiling hot and delicious as always- which she prepared for herself after her daily nap. Her daily naps ended with a disaster, naturally, so she knew what she would do to cheer her up, at least a little.
She took the bowl and gently placed it on the walnut table behind her with a delicate spoon. She fancied good cutlery. But the pleasant feeling of using them were useless if you don't have anyone to brag your cutlery. China sighed and took a delicate sip of her soup. The soup refreshed her senses. She swallowed and she felt a warm chill-down through her body. She couldn't help to redeem herself from looking at her revolver in the living room.
That feeling again. That feeling that she will be dead in a month or less. It depended on her amateur luck to trick death. But she knew that he will come for her. Come for her sins and her wrong doings. They were too grave to be accepted. She needed to be punished. She deserved everything. She knew her dream will eventually become real. But not today.
She put on her white fur coat and put on her delicate black heels. Ignoring the mess on her head, which was called "hair", she took her umbrella and rushed outside.
Today, was the day, the one and only China Sorrows... Had a plan.
Seriously people, this was one of the poorest stories I've ever written... Probably the "poorest"i but I don't want to brag myself. Since the first-second-thrid (you name it) drafts were a total disaster since I had that urge to kill China. But no, I won't leave her alone. I will do it to you but.. With leaving it with a cliffhanger... Oooh... I'm honestly not sure where it's going but what the heck, I wrote it, didn't I?
Skylair... You and my mom are the most important people that gave me the right urge to continue this devastating story, thanks so much again! So now I shall retreat... To my bed. Summer school starting tomorrow. Wish me luck. At least I'll be able to beware of some good old punches. ;]
-Your Tired Zombie Queen