The sun emerged up from behind the beautiful mountains. Any normal 5 year old would love this beauty. The former city girl paid no attention to it as she rinsed the blood off her palms. She didn't pay attention to her surroundings just yet. She had to not fall from the chair and not touch the dirty sink. She wanted to wash it but she was to small and repelled.
Crystal finished the small washing and she went to the window behind the cut up couch. She looked out at the world. Wonderous how the world works. She held her small hand on the glass, she was speechless before closing the blind. She had to dispose of that bottle she killed the two weak souls she was assigned to.
"13 more years," she muttered to herself. "It will be easy as long as I don't get adopted," she ran her long nails on the cleanest part of the house, the fridge. "Time to find that bottle," she hugged her cut up arms and walked in the parents room. "I have to thank you, Pineapple," she looked around the two dead bodies. "Ah, there," she grabbed the half-broken, bloody, forest green beer glass.
"How simple, I just needed to be taller," Crystal shrugged and walked out of the terrible smelling room. In the room with the fridge in it there was a trashcan, which she threw away the bottle in.
She walked to her parents cleaning room. Another rare clean place. They were selfish like that but failures in life. "See you in hell, amigos," she turned on the water and attempted to reach the soap yet failed to reach. "I hate this," she huffed, referring to her height. She wanted to take a shower every day until the water turned off but apparently that was impossible. She was still dressed either way.
"I have to get a stool. Oh yeah, we don't fucking have those," the young female huffed. She stood on the side of the tub, almost falling, not that she cared. She could just live now. She was due for rebirth again. Amusing, did the stars truly think this was a good idea. It was, just not the plan for Crystal. She just did what she did before. Kill those who dared to hurt her.
Crystal hit the bottom of the platform that was holding up the soap until it fell and she did to, she fell backwards. She was fine, other than her 5year old body ached quickly. Children are too fragile. The cuts and bruises could've effected the pain aswell but now she could take an actual bath. She didn't want to risk the shower head. Who knows if that's been cleaned.
//Lol after bath and clothes changing//
Crystal stretched and put on slippers, that were big on her. The inside of this place looked like your local city dope place, and a whore hang out. And a hoarders house. She has seen this setup with at least 10 houses in the city. It was unexpected in the city, then again dope heads can be anywhere. Even in good ol' southern areas. This is no good ol' home.
Crystal sat on the disgusting couch and looked up with a laugh, "Thank you, Pineapple. Now I can continue being the best of the best."
