Final Girl
/Christina Harrington
My life is the first fifteen minutes of a horror movie. Those few moments while the world seems linen-fresh normal, but you’re really just waiting for shit to go bad -- for the house to be revealed haunted; the boyfriend, homicidal; the dog, rabid. Before blood shivers down walls, before the audience screams RUN BITCH RUN. It’s not my fault, ok? I know something terrible is around the corner. I can feel that horrifying future wriggling under my fucking skin, like a colony of nightcrawlers. I know I’m not living in a romantic comedy. It isn’t that I can’t see the haunting, ok, it’s that I see ghosts everywhere, all of the missed chances, all of the bad endings, all of the curdled what ifs. Is that a slick-toothed something stalking my home in the night? Or is it just the foundation settling? Best to ignore it all, and never see the teeth coming.
Christina Harrington is a graduate of the writing MFA program at Sarah Lawrence College, where she was the managing editor for LUMINA. Since graduating, she's worked in her dream field making comics, first as an editor at Marvel Comics and now as the managing editor at AfterShock Comics.
