Chapter 1
Day like everyday. A day that was like any other and didn't really portend anything. It did not herald a problem that was to change Christine Le Strange's life one hundred and eighty degrees. A life that, as you can see, was just a pile of lies and understatements just to hide the fact of who she really was. Then who was she? What wasn't it really? From that moment on, she was completely unsure who she really was. And now she knew that she was not one hundred percent human, as she had previously believed. And so far she has been treated like a broken record. She was just a worthless half-breed that no one wanted anyway.
Even her own biological father... She wasn't 100% sure about that, actually. Because no matter how you look at it, Christine didn't know him and probably won't have the opportunity to meet him. Maybe that's better, because she would probably take away everything that was currently inside her. How could he treat her mother like that. As if she was just a pawn to him and nothing more. As if she meant nothing to him. Although she might have been wrong about that as well. So she couldn't be sure of anything until she met him.
“Ehh…,” was all that came out of Christine's tiny mouth as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Hoping it won't crackle this time. Maybe it was just her delusions, but it was always like that when she saw her reflection in them. Which, as we know, she preferred not to tell anyone about it because she was afraid that he would lock her in a room without doorknobs. And, as we know, she didn't want that, because then she wouldn't be able to know the truth! She sighed again, looking away from the caramel complexion that many girls dreamed of achieving with a tanning bed. She didn't have this problem because she was born that way. Which, as we know, she was not happy with, because she stood out from other people. Which was even more enigmatic to Christine.
Was her father dark-skinned and that was why her mother couldn't be with him? She had no intention of admitting any other version. Much less could it cross her mind. Even now she couldn't say it out loud, she was so afraid of it. At that moment she said to herself "STOP" and shook her head to get rid of these bad thoughts. If her mother didn't want to talk about it. She couldn't force her to reveal the truth. Maybe one day she would find out the whole truth, but for now for a moment, she can only be happy that she is allowed to live. On the other hand, she was very afraid of this truth. Because she did not know what she really was like. What she was most afraid of was that she could actually be adopted.
And the mother who had raised her so far was not her real mother at all. Not to mention that she felt with herself that she wasn't dead. She's still alive, but someone is holding her captive somewhere and made it look like an accident. She knew she had no evidence for this, and her premonitions gave her nothing. This, according to Christine, was very frustrating, but there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was get angry and send insults to her biological father for allowing this to happen. She looked down, feeling the eyes of the rest of her family on her mother's side. How she sat in that chair, as the closest person, and the other one next to her was empty, where her husband and father should now be sitting. Because the car burst into flames.
There was no way the person inside it, which belonged to her mother, could be identified. Therefore, it could have been anyone, not when the police and so on determined that it was her mother. After the mass, she set off in a funeral procession to bury her "mother" in the family grave. Which was unbearable for Christine. Because if it turned out that her mother was alive, then who were they buried in that grave? But she couldn't say it. to say it out loud, she had to leave it to herself. All the whispers and taunts that reached her ears, as if they thought she couldn't hear them, were enough for her. She sighed quietly, asking only to get away from here as quickly as possible.
“Let it all end…,” Christine muttered to herself under her breath, regardless of what the priest was saying.
That was because there was no point in hearing him talk about her mother. Although she wasn't hiding her at all, just a complete stranger. Of course, if she said it out loud, there would be quite a stir. So she had to endure it, even though she didn't want to hear it. There was also the matter of who would take care of it. Because from what she knew, no one wanted to take her under their roof. As if she was something nasty, something that had no right to exist. This was, in her opinion, more devastating than the words she heard after a while. And which were not only addressed to her, but also to her mother.
“No wonder that little girl's father left her when she turned out to be such a whore!,” said the first woman in the crowd who might have been her aunt.
“He probably didn't even want to have anything to do with her and left her in our hands!,” the other woman replied, not beating around the bush at all, as if she didn't notice that Christine had heard her.
“If she thinks that one of us will take care of this thing, she's mistaken!,” said another man to her words, with an expression that spoke for itself.
“Maybe I'll take care of her, considering that I'm her real father, then you won't have anything to say?,” after a while, a voice was heard that did not belong to anyone present.
No wonder Christine froze, as did everyone else in the room they were currently in. Where was the wake, at the sound of those words they heard a moment ago. No one was able to say a single word. All heads, including Christine's, turned towards him. Where was it coming from, but they didn't see anyone there. For a minute the rest of the family thought it was her sick act and were about to speak up. When suddenly the room was enveloped in a completely white fog, which then turned into every shade of gray until it reached blackness. Therefore, there was no way she wouldn't be able to do it herself. She was too shocked to move as well.
