Trigger warning.
.o.o.o.
Christina awoke with a start, sweating up a storm as her dreams came to her waking mind and haunted her. She dreamt of her father, again, and of her years growing up. Quickly, she got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face before the memories took her over. She avoided the mirror as she dried her face off, not wanting to see the person that would look back at her. Quietly, she made her way into the kitchen and began to make herself some toast. She needed to look for another job today, recently being fired from her job at MkDonaldz for dropping a milkshake when the manager was there. She was not looking forward to trying to get hired for another lousy job.
Christina turned around to sit in her favorite chair when she froze.
"Hi there," a familiar unwelcomed man said, sitting in her chair.
Jeff cackled loudly as he saw the woman drop her toast to the ground, her mouth slightly agape.
"Thought I was going to crash and then leave, did you?" Jeff snickered at her. Christina quickly picked up her toast and threw it out, swallowing sharply.
"W-would you l-like something t-to eat," she asked quietly, not looking at him.
"That would be nice," Jeff replied.
Christina nodded and headed over to the fridge. She didn't have any cereal or eggs so she pulled out the bread again and prepared toast for him.
"What would you like on it," she asked softly.
"Butter is fine."
She nodded and got the butter out and a knife to spread it. She placed two slices of bread into the toaster and waited, her fingers drumming lightly on the counter. Jeff watched her patiently as she lathered the toasted bread in butter. She appeared tense but was calm. Giving a pleasant fake smile as she walked over to him, Christina handed the sitting man a small plastic plate with two pieces of toast on it. Jeff took the plate and began to eat as Christina sat on the couch, her hands in her lap and her head slightly down.
"You got a job," Jeff questioned with a mouthful.
"No," Christina replied quietly, "I just got fire."
"Bummer," Jeff smiled at her.
Christina kept her gaze on the floor and her hands folded, as if waiting to fulfill another request from the intruder in her home. She didn't want to anger him but also didn't want to leave his presence in fear of him coming up behind her.
"Do you get fired a lot?"
Christina slowly nodded, heat rising to her cheeks. Jeff almost choked on his bite as he laughed at her reaction.
"That would explain this dump you call home."
Christina's fist clenched in her lap, her face red with shame. Jeff glanced over at the woman's stiffening form as he chuckled. She was shaking slightly as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes filled with a hatred that had sparks just waiting to set a fire. The look intrigued Jeff, interest swimming inside him for the woman who sat just a few feet away.
"If I allow you to look for a job, will you try and get help like a coward," Jeff hissed at her, wanting to see more of that spark in her angry eyes.
Christina's head shot up and glared daggers at the murderer who simply laughed, throwing his head back. 'Like a coward? Allow me to look for a job? This is my home! As shitty as it is, this is my fucken home! How dare he!' Christina thought, but didn't say a word. She knew better than to try and argue back with someone like him.
"You better get ready then. I have a few errands to run myself," he said standing up, "I'll be back later though."
Christina watched him pull his hood up and walk out the door into the apartment building hallway. A liquid made of frustration, fear, and resentment leaked from her dark eyes and rolled down her red cheeks. The fucken man knew that she wouldn't try to get help in fear of all the possibilities he could think of to punish her and he was relishing in it. He was toying with her and intentionally getting her upset, just to laugh at her like she was some comical show.
Christina jumped up and stomped into the bathroom, more tears running down her cheeks. She was terrified of the man, hated him for toying with her. All she had done was shown she was okay with dying and he had spared her, only to invade her home, toy with her, and take advantage of her home as a hide out; all of this simply because she didn't mind dying. Resentment towards herself fueled her emotions as she stared at her reflection. She was a coward like he said and proved it when she had tried to call for help but too scared to finish the call when he grew suspicious.
-Trigger-Skip Here-
Christina gripped a small piece of metal in her hand and brought it down onto her now bare thigh. She dragged it across slowly and breathed in deeply, allowing herself to feel every pull and sting of her skin and the flesh beneath. She did it again and pressed down harder this time, going as deep as she normally did.
She was pathetic for not even going to the neighbors for help after he left, but what would they do? The police would come, question her, and leave. The would think that she had hallucinated on some drug and simply tell her that they would check in on her but never come back. Where she lived, it wouldn't be unreasonable, even though she didn't do drugs.
No, Christina didn't do drugs, but that didn't mean she wasn't addicted to something. She traced over lines of scabs on her thighs with the little razor, reopening the old lacerations she had made a few days ago. Her thighs were littered with wounds from different blades she had used over the years. Lines of pale fading scars and dark protruding scars could be found. Overlapping the scars were recent lines in her discolored skin, some dark brown from healing for an extended time, others light red from recently dried blood from being made a few days ago, and some a deep crimson shade that flowed down her thighs.
Christina exhaled slowly and set the blade onto the sink counter where she always kept it. She grabbed a dark wash-cloth, got it wet, and began to dab at the bleeding wounds. A sharp inhale of breath echoed in the small bathroom as the cold water sunk into the incisions. Christina continued to dab at them, soaking up the blood that had begun clumping on her skin. She squeezed the wash-cloth out in the sink, and then rewet it, the dark pinkish-red water rushing down the drain.
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Once she was done, Christina leaned against the back of the toilet. Her thighs throbbed from being harmed and then cleaned. The cuts began to form lumpy drying blood layers on top and the skin around each line was a bright pink. She looked down at her thighs, her eyes half-lidded and a gentle frown on her lips.
Gradually, the drained woman stood up and went into her bedroom to change.
.o.o.o.
Christina walked down the busy streets of the city, polluted air swimming into her lungs, and a headache forming from the symphony of noise. She squeezed through people and crossed busy streets as she avoided all she could. Every time she came too close to touching someone, the young woman would flinch. Her shoulders were up and hard with tension as she walked, periodically glancing over her shoulder. No one gave her a second glance as she continued to her destination of the Dollar store that was down the street.
As a light mist began to drizzle down, Christina began to walk faster to the store. She wore simple blue jeans and a thin long sleeved purple shirt, both would stick to her uncomfortably if they were to get wet. She had to of been fifteen feet away from the front doors when it seemed as though God was pouring buckets of water down onto the city. Christina ran through the rain and rushed through the front doors and stood on the door mat, panting heavily. Her once neatly brushed hair was now in wet tangles around her face and her thin purple shirt was sticking to her bra and chest, clearly defining where one met the other.
Slowly, the soaked woman walked to a cashier who was not busy.
"Hi, are you guys looking for employees?"
The woman who appeared to be in her early thirties turned to Christina and scrunched her nose, "we might. I'm not sure."
Christina bit her lip nervously; she felt small and insignificant next to the cashier. It was like she was simply an annoying beetle to this woman.
"Well… could I please have an application?"
Christina felt even worse by the woman's reaction. Her face clearly read 'an application? Why would we hire someone like you?' as she looked Christina up and down, judging her. After a moment of staring, the cashier reached under the register where there was a shelf and pulled out an application and handed it to her.
"Thank you," Christina mumbled, "Could I please have a pen or pencil?"
"You could buy one," the cashier sneered.
Before Christina could say anything though, an elderly lady came to the register and placed her basket of items on the counter to be checked out. Quietly, Christina waited patiently for the woman to be done doing her job, clearly being ignored. Finally, the old lady smile gently, took her receipt, and left.
"You're still here? I gave you an application," the cashier snapped.
"I need something to fill it out with," Christina mumbled.
With a huff the woman grabbed a pen and tossed it to Christina, whom picked it up off the floor.
"Thank you," she mumbled and walked away. She went over to a register that was not being used and began to fill out the application on the empty counter. Once done, she handed it back to the woman, who huffed, and left the store into the rain.
'I could get a job there, right?' Christina questioned herself as she walked through the crowds of people carrying umbrellas and rushing to the destinations, 'That woman was just having a bad day. I'm not anything less than she is. There is nothing that she can do that I can't… is there? I… I'm just as good… right?'
Christina was pulled from her questioning thoughts when something caught her eye. Glancing to the store shop window next to her, the soaking woman stopped and stared. Inside was the first floor to a large building of different stores and offices. The window she was looking through belonged to a rather decorative jewelry store. An assortment of bracelets and necklaces were on display on the inside table, likely their best items to draw people inside. Christina viewed only one item though; a golden necklace with blue jewels sat on a pedestal above all the other items. The blue stones caught the light perfectly and glinted with beauty. The thick golden chain seemed to sparkled as the light hit it perfectly.
Thunder rumbled in the distance as Christina stood there, large drops of tears from the sky falling around her. She stood in silence, the sound of busy city streets echoing in her mind as she gazed at the valuable accessory.
.o.o.o.
AU about the Story
So first, the spelling of MkDonaldz is internally spelled that way. I'm not sure of the whole copyright thing concerning the fast-food franchise and quite frankly I don't feel like looking it up or risking getting flagged or reported.
Second, if this was too triggering or too intense, please let me know. I did give two trigger warnings but if you would have rather skipped over that part, let me know. I can put in a warning to skip right before the scene and then have a place marked after the scene for some to continue reading.
Third, Human Race by Three Days Grace. I think this song represents a couple different creepypastas honestly. I would love a music video of this song with images of Ticci Toby, Masky, Eyeless Jack, and The Bloody Painter. That would be awesome. This song has association to Christina because of her internal feelings, her social discomfort, and is foreshadowing of some future events.
AU about me!
So it has been one month since I last updated. I'd say that's pretty good! I've been completely shocked by the amount of love for this story and it isn't even five chapters in yet. That makes me so fricken happy, you have no idea. It's like… each time someone comments I get a cookie, each time someone follows/favorites, I get a cookies. It's awesome. COMMENTS make me really happy ^_^ .
I've been really busy and going through a lot lately. Trying to stay on top of things and meet all my responsibilities. When I have time to write, it has really helped to distract me from my life and all my expectations. School is kicking my ass. I'm being torn in so many directions. Work is so time consuming. People are assholes. Yeah… But I'm getting by. And the show much go on! Or… story… yeah!