Chapter Eight – In Resting
After that last adventure, which had shocked her to the core, Christine decided to go into resting. Madame Giry had also advised this. She said, after something important had happened, Futori can feel drained, and it is possible for time to shift. So, Christine had Futorated back home, and slept like a log.
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Christine spent the next six months in resting. Her school work improved and she often had friends over to stay. But, she felt, deep down inside, this was not really home. She felt that the mysterious place of 1870's Paris was her home, where she felt truly happy. She had nothing in the modern day, no best friends to miss her, no parents to grieve if she left. Christine often dreamed about Futorating to Paris for good and leaving her other body to die here. Her mind was muddled. She longed for her Angel's voice, and to be onstage again. Still, she didn't want to hurt Louisa, she had been as close to a true friend as Christine could get. Sleep was wasted over this, many restless nights and moody days followed this sort of thought. After five and a half months of this rigmarole, Christine made up her mind. And once she did that, there was no turning back.
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With her mind made up, Christine set about making plans. She had to make it look like a suicide, or Louisa would be blamed. Christine took out her chemistry set from school, and looked up chemicals that could be killers. It was amazing what you could buy over the internet if needed. Louisa of course asked questions, but Christine said they were from a pen pal, or a package of e-bay. She finally managed to find one that suited her purpose, and then she set about writing a note. Christine looked blankly at the sheet of paper before her. She had no idea what to write. She'd never seen or written a suicide note before. What was she going to say? Again she looked at the paper. Slowly, she picked up a pen, and put it to paper…
Louisa,
I'm sorry, I just felt that I don't belong here, and there is nothing for me. Don't cry or feel sad though, because I am in a better place. You wouldn't understand, but trust me.
Thank you for everything, you've given me so much. I will miss you Louisa.
Goodbye,
Christine xxx
Christine put her pen down, her eyes filling with tears. It hurt to write such things, as if you were already dead. She shook her head, wiping the tears away with a sleeve. She wasn't dying, just moving away. She kept telling herself that over and over. Eventually, she almost believed it. It was for the better after all. Christine stood, and hid the note where Louisa wouldn't find it. All that was left then was to wait.
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After two weeks worth of waiting, it was finally time for Christine's suicide. Well more like Christine had had enough of the endless façade she had to put on every single day.
She took out her note, and her necklace. Slowly, she slid the necklace over her head, its silver coolness at the base of her neck calming her as it always did. It had been a long time since she had worn this necklace, although she had often sat and held it when she felt troubled. Christine took out the empty chemical bottle, and laid it on her bed. She then put the note beside her bed, and finally she lay down. Her eyes closed. The slow thudding of her heart seemed to rattle around in her head as she lay there. She put a hand around the mask on her necklace. And slowly, slowly, she drifted into an uneasy sleep…
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