HELLRAISER ↳ DEADLY CLASS

SUMMARY: HER REP.

SUMMARY
[her rep !]

CARRIE ANGEL GARCIA WAS something out straight out of hell, which was why her middle name was so ironic.

Her heart was as cold as ice, and soul empty and dark. Something she'd found most the people around her could relate to.

She grew up in a sad, run down apartment, in one of the shittier areas of the bronx, one her dad had to slave for.

He worked as a bus driver, not making enough money for them to live comfortably, but they lived.

Until the day he fell off the wagon. She'd remembered the exact moment, when she was five years old. She'd been laying in bed, staring out the window, look at the city lights. She had a game of trying to find any stars she could, due to light pollution- this was more difficult than it seemed.

She heard the front door open, making her smile and giggle, knowing her father had been home, thinking he'd had a long day at work.

She opened her bedroom, hearing shouting from her parents. She peaked an eye out from behind the wooden slab, watching her dad stumble and slur with a bottle in his hand.

"I thought you had this under control, Jacob. You can't- you can't do this to me. You're gonna lose your job, we're-we're gonna lose the house. We'll be homeless! You-you can't ruin my life, again. You already fucked me over, with-with that kid," Her mother cried, she was a very selfish woman, whom never felt an attachment to her own flesh and blood.

"Oh, fuck you, Rachel. I just had a few beers, I can drink just fine! You-You're so cynical... always so cynical. And selfish- and a bitch!" He yelled, scaring the little girl, whom began to cry.

"Daddy?" She cried, stepping out into the hallway, the floorboard creaking as she moved.

"Fuck- I thought you went to bed, Carrie. Go to bed!" Rachel yelled, pointing at the young girls door.

Her father walked towards her, the beer bottle slipping through his fingertips, making the glass shatter on the ground. Carrie was trembling, scared they'd hurt her.

He crouched down to her level, looking her in the eyes. "Carrie, why don't you listen to your.. bitch, of a mother, and go to bed," He demanded, gesturing towards the door.

"But, daddy, I wanted a hug," She cried, reaching to put her arms around him. He yanked her back- pushing his daughter into the wall behind her. "No, go the fuck to bed, now isn't the time," He yelled, standing up to tower over her.

She whimpered, holding the back of her head with her right hand. "Niña- I'm sorry-," He sighed, her exiting to her room before he could finish.