La casa de Evangelina. Evangelina's house. Her parent's had named the inn after her, but she always thought the name was too long and weird. She affectionatly referred to it as The Inn 13 because it had only 13 guest rooms. Eva walked through the hallway peering into each room she passed. The first 13, given to the guests, were on the first floor above the lobby, kichen, and dinig room. All had faded wallpaper, messy beds, and, she shuddered to think, a bunch of bugs. She pulled her gaze from the rooms to the door at the end of the hall. The locked door lead to another stairway that would go up to her and her parent's bedrooms.
She was hesitant to open it, it had been nine years since she last went to the third floor. Still, she gathered her strength, both physically and mentally, and kicked the door down. The stairs were old and creaky, she accidentally fell through a hole more than once. The top floor was much smaller than the rest, but it held the most memories.
Her parent's room was immediately on the right. She practically ran through the door and jumped onto the dusty matress. It had been so long since she cried, but at this moment she couldn't stop the tears from coming. She felt like a little girl again, climbing into her parent's bed after a nightmare, Only this time, they weren't there to comfort her. She cried and criedn until she had no more tears. Then, she spoke.
"I'm sorry mami, papi, I kik the one thing you never wanted me to do. I commited a crime, and got locked up. But, I only regret breaking my promise to you. I don't feel sorry, not even a little, about killing Bella,"she smiled a bit before continueing, " you remember her, right? The one you guys said was a puta. Yeah, I killed her, and papi, you'd be so angry if you knew how. I went crazy, like a lot of your bosses. But, I think you did too. I think that smile on your face wasn't just because of the money. You liked it, didn't you?"
She got off the bed, straightning it out before leaveing. She stood at the doorway for a few seconds, then turned towards her room. Everything was how she left it. The bed was in the corner, her small dresser next to it, and a desk on the other side ofthe door. The room held no decorations or signs that anyone had ever lived there. Eva had taken everything she could with her when she went to college. She made her way to her desk, then flipped the top. There, connected to the desk sat ger old sewing machine.
Eva ran a finger across it. There were parts that were rusted, but she could easily replace those and everything else. Yes, she would replace those and everything else. She took a bit of her black hair in her hand. It would look good brown. But what about her skin? She would wear a full body disguise, one with a different skin tone and facial features. Then her name would have to change, she liked Sophia. Sophia was someone else, she had a different life, a better one. As Sophia she could be happy… but for how long? No, she'd have to change, constantly. But she'll need money for that. She could steal it, with a good plan she could have all she's ever wanted, and all she wants is to be someone she can be anyone, play any role. Everyone will come watch the newest antagonist of Gotham, the star, Evangelina Torrez.
Well, that's the end, I hope you enjoyed. I will begin writing a sequel to this soon so look out. Please review