I don't own any Ginger Snaps character, and or any of the band quotes I use in this story, please don't sue me.
"All alone I break...."-Korn
All alone I break:
She stayed in her room that week, quietly for hours, she didn't even remember if she got out of bed, for little more then to use the bathroom, the sound of her very own breathing the only thing alerting her that she was still alive. They weren't there....she....wasn't there, they were gone, like a blank sheet of paper, that was torn into pieces, that no one even had ever seen. It didn't even seem to make an effect on the rest of the student population, and her parents, other then her mother who would come upstairs, and lightly rap on the door, to tell her she had breakfast, lunch, insert meal here, for her, and open it and put it on the night table next to her, just shacking her head, and mumbling lord only knows what about her daughter.
At 16 years old, Marilyn Sternum was a very confused woman as to what exactly plagued her daughter and the horrible outlook she had on life, her father granted wasn't home a lot, but ever since she had entered her teens she had developed this attraction to what seemed utter darkness. Now all her friends, had simply told her. "Marilyn this is just a faze all girls her age go thought." But Marilyn wasn't to sure. To many nights had Sasha spent holed up in her dark blue painted room, with music of lost love, or pain blaring downstairs. It truly frightened her, what had happened to the bright little cheerleader she had known in elementary school? The girl, who was always surrounded by friends, and interested in all school functions? But it was frivolous as to sit and wonder, now, her therapist had given her medication and said something about a borderline personality, whatever that was, it was completely irrational for her to believe, not her daughter, truly sick? There was no way, she thought it best not to disturb her, when she got like this, she could be quite extreme in her mood swings, humming to herself, she closed her daughters door, and silently went downstairs to find something to amuse herself, which ended up being a bottle of wine.
Sasha was sobbing lightly under the covers, the paper had come today. The small town paper, anything was really news to them, if someone even so much as shit twice in a day, it made front page news, but this was different, this wasn't the local sports team winning the game, or a new restaurant opening, no..this was about a two girls missing. Now normally you'd think with her morbid curiosity she'd want to read, and possible be some what entertained. But no, not this time, in bright red letters it read. "String of disappearances shock small town, second and third victims Fitsgerald sisters another local boy missing as well." Her face fell horribly sullen at the words written. Missing...they were missing. Seen last at the Halloween party, the green house bash she had some what heard about, and now gone. Trina Sinclear had been missing for a while before they had left too, but that hadn't even affected Sasha, no...this was different. She felt something swell in the back of her throat, vomit, no....this wasn't possible, she couldn't....she couldn't get sick over something like this....this was a crush, a thing all people have in high school, this wasn't normal. She grabbed the garbage can on the side of her bed, and it coughed what she already knew was going to spew from her stomach, she grabbed a glass of water from the side of her bed, and drank some, she felt feverish and sick, suddenly, like her room was spinning, and her whole world was going black.
There staring back at her on the front page was a picture of both Brigitte and Ginger, together, sitting next to her, and the picture made her feel sick again. Ginger....she was...gone...really gone. Perhaps she had just picked up and left...maybe that was it, they just left, together, they had made it quite apparent that they didn't like life in the small town, and maybe they just left. But no....Sasha knew better. She knew some how in the back of her soul that Ginger was no longer alive, something inside her just told her, and it echoed back in there like a voice on an annoying loud speaker. She turned on her cd player and music flooded the room, walking over to her bedroom mirror she grabbed a picture of Ginger, she had taken from the field hockey field, and glared at it, touching her hair, which blew in the autumn's breeze. "What happened to you?" She asked it, almost willing the picture to be able to talk back to her, of course it didn't, which was one of the only ways she knew she wasn't completely insane.
She looked over at her room, at all the sketches, all the pictures, she had so many they covered one side of the wall completely, they stared back at her, almost as if mocking her, one even in a curled, sarcastic smile, the same smile Ginger had given her the first time she had seen her, and she shook her head. She would find out, yes she would find out if it was the last thing she ever did. She put the picture back in place over her mirror, and quietly got dressed, it was Saturday, after a week of no school, she was going out. Yes she was going out, she was going out, and she was going to find out what happened. She put on her black baggy jeans, long sleeved black t-shirt, and her knee high combat boots, putting her hair back, in a hair tie, she exhaled hard, and went to her door, tip toeing down the steps. Her mother was asleep with a glass of wine next to her.
No big shock there, she was known for her drinking and whenever Sasha had what they called a mental breakdown, she took right to it again, like clockwork. Pausing a moment she sighed over where her mother sleep, with her blond hair, the way she curled up almost reminded her of a cat, she shook her head, as she opened the door to there, white stained walled family home, and made sure she closed it, ever so gently. It was 6pm, she had plenty of time to start getting to work, and she plenty to do.
