I don't own Ginger snaps, or any of the characters, the only one I do have any bids on is the character Sasha, who I made on my own accord, so please don't sue me! I also don't own any of the song lyrics included in any of this story, but they really go with it, so once again, please don't sue me!
"You don't remember me,
But I remember you,
I lie awake and try so hard,
Not to think of you,
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do."-Evanecence (Taking Over Me)
Nothing Fills the blackness:
She remembered the way the redhead's hair would lightly touch her shoulders, looking almost like it was made to be there, the complete perfect of it all was almost to perfect, and sitting at her desk in the back row, in the classroom, she was sure some how she was not the only one who noticed it. Yet the stir in the classroom was always minimal. No one paid any attention to the Fitzgerald sisters. They were the outcasts of Bailey Downs. The only ones who did pay them any mind were usually the chipper, happy cheerleaders, or the jocks, and that was mostly to make fun of Brigitte.
Brigitte...and her sister Ginger were the picture of complete perfection, but much like beauty, perfection was in the eye of thee beholder, and Sasha's opinion mattered little to anyone, yet she stared and she watched, privately. That was before thou.....for almost two years she had watched them, mostly Ginger. Her sister was just kinda there, a nice girl. But she never got a chace to speak to her, other then the time Ginger accidently knocked her books from her hand, and Brigitte absent mindedly apologized for her sister. Sasha kept her head down and just nodded, her head, unable to speak in the presence of the blue eyed gothic angel she had come to grow and love.
Then one day, that all just stopped. They didn't come to school, there were never heard from again. At first she thought perhaps they were sick, Ginger had been...different the past couple of days before Halloween, she was...not much like herself, she was dressed differently, acting strangely. She was even...even dating Jason McCarthy....or that's what people said. The way she would be hanging on him, the stares she'd get going down the hallway. It was as if the sky finally opened and hell was on earth, to Sasha. Suddenly everyone was looking at Ginger, the way she had for years, and she didn't even seem to have a problem with the fact that no one even so much as noticed her, until she completely changed everything she use to be.
Brigitte still followed after her, but it was more then apparent that something was up. No longer was she right behind her at every turn, and they seemed to be fighting almost daily, something was different, something had changed, and Sasha was unsure as to what it was. She didn't even know what it affected her so much. School girl crush, right? Well maybe for different people that meant different things. For one Sasha had a crush on a girl, and that all in it's own scared the hell out of her, and the fact that it was Ginger Fitzgerald, didn't do much to make it any better. It may as well have been a movie star on t.v. cause that's about as much luck as she'd have had with her.
She didn't even know when it started, yes....freshmen year, she had just transferred from New York, her family moving due to her father's job transfer, it would be her first year in high school, and she was very much looking forward to it. When she first walked into the school, standing there by the lockers was the first time she saw them, Brigitte and Ginger. Ginger taking what looked like a rock, and drawing the word Fk into a locker, and talking quietly to her sister.
Sasha looked over at them, and when Ginger saw her, she made a face at her, and Sasha kept walking, Brigitte tapped her sister on the shoulder, and that was it. Sasha had never attempted to talk to them again, even thought they were in most of her classes, she just stared and watched from afar. Now granted had you seen Sasha you'd have assumed the girls for sure would have been friends. Sasha was what you'd call an outcast as well, with her long, straight black hair, and constant lack of any color in her wardrobe, she always wore silver jewelry and had a blatant disregard for all authority, not only teachers, but in her last school she had gotten suspended a couple of times for fighting and yet her she could never find the words to even say so much as a hello to the Fitzgerald sisters, and she would always find her green eyes staring over at them during class, hoping that they wouldn't look over and catch her.
Sometimes she would draw Ginger, in her sketch book, filling it with drawings she perfected at home, making sure every detail was down to the perfect dot. Her room was completely filled with sketches of her, and some pictures she had taken on the field hockey field when no one was looking. And then one day she was just gone. Oh it had hurt, the last few days had hurt badly. Watching her with Jason. She remembered gripping her hands so tightly into the palms of her milky, white flesh, until she bled, the breaking of the flesh alerting her that she was still able to feel something at all.
And silently she wept, her tears unnoticed by anyone, and who would notice? No one noticed before, why should someone now? She went home and trashed her room, everyone knew now, everyone had been talking about it at school, the day she watched Ginger beat the living hell out of Trina Sinclear. It was all the rage, Jason....and Ginger...had...well....they had been as everyone has said. Together. The same day Jason had started to act strange himself. Sores and things on his face..blood, there was blood too, she'd swear it was blood, but she was to far out of the scene to ever approach anyone like him.
He was in the them group. The jocks, and the girls who often made fun of people. She certainly wasn't one of them. No she was a quiet goth, artsy girl. She drew, and painted, wrote some poetry, sculpted, took pictures. She wasn't like them, she wasn't like the quote unquote "Beautiful people." She watched in uncertainly, she knew something was going on, but she had no clue what. There was a big bash, something about a greenhouse, but she had no clue about it, she wasn't invited. Then after that, she was gone. No more information, no announcements, nothing. Trina Sinclear had disappeared shortly before that, but Sasha wouldn't miss her, just someone else who use to cause trouble for her, and half the other student population, the people who missed her, had nothing in there brains anyway, sheep, Sasha often liked to refer to them, the kind of people who did whatever was in, and what ever everyone else was doing.
Sasha wasn't like that, in fact she tried her very best to be like no one else, that is why she admired the Fitzgerald sister's as well, they didn't care what anyone said ever, they did what they wanted, when they wanted too. Or at least they use to....before they disappeared. When it happened no one had any clue, that is what bothered her the most. It wasn't like she was there friend, so she couldn't just call up there house and ask for them, no, that would have been to simple, she was alone in this, and there was no one to turn to, no escape, no furtherment for her obsession.
In her room she dwelled alone, not even going to school herself, for a week, when they disappeared. Her mother and father having no clue what was going on, they just assumed that she was going back into her old ways, and drowning deeper into her own depression. A thing that seemed to plague her most of her adolescent life. But no, it was more then that, it twisted in her brain like a venomous coiled snake, begging to strike, what happened to them? Where had they gone? And how terribly sad it was that no one even seemed to care.
