Inside the Empty Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
For xnbdyknwsx's music challenge. My song was Corps of Corpses by Hawthorne Heights and I fell in love with it, although I really didn't know what to write about so that may be why this story isn't what you might expect.
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Ren was supposed to be dead, but Cassandra saved him. He can't go back to a wrold where he was not supposed to be anymore and so she has him locked up in an empty room. (If I reveal anymore it will be like telling the whole story so just read)

Submitted: November 28, 2010

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Sharp fingernails dug into my left cheek. An ice-cold hand was over my mouth. Soft lips at my neck, a gentle kiss. She drew away and uncovered my lips and kissed them. It was a cruel kind of kiss. The kind that left me wanting more, but not letting me have it. Not this time, her eyes signaled. She grinned. A sight that was horrifyingly beautiful at the same time. Her cool breath against my face as we were just centimeters apart. Her hand moved up to my cheek and stayed there. We were in that position for a while. Me sitting in the wooden chair, her looming over me, the two of us together in an empty room. Then she sighed and moved away, taking long steps towards the door. Just before she left, though, she turned around. A coy smile danced on her lips.
“I’ll be back, Ren. Be a good boy and stay here. You won’t tell anyone will you? You promise?”
She walked back, briskly. A hard frown on her gorgeous whiter than white face. Her normally soft, feathery gold hair pricked me as her mood changed.
“I promise,” I said, letting out an uneven breath. She smiled again, the tension in the room loosening. Her fingers grasped my own as she held one up to her lips and bit it. Pain sped through me. She drew it out from her mouth as a drop of blood hit the tile floor. Then she licked it and kissed the wound. It healed in a heartbeat.
“You promised, Ren. If you break the promise, you’ll die.”
I nodded silently, at a loss for words. Finally she headed out the door, this time without a pause.
After she had left, the chill in the room swept by. It felt normal. As close to normal as a twisted love fantasy could get. I brought myself up and walked towards the far right of the room. A long window started from the ceiling to the ground. She said she’d put a spell on it, that way I could see out but they couldn’t see in. I watched as millions of swollen, decaying once-human beings walked along. One, two, three. One, two, three. They kept time as they walked, her undead army. When I asked her about them, a bored expression had crossed her face. Probably because I had delayed her daily meal, my energy, and because she really found no point in them.
“Ahh, those things?” She wrinkled her nose at the mention of them. Her soft face hardening in disgust. I cringed. “They’re worth none of your concerns. Just my pet project for when I’m bored. They were more than eager to help with my needs, after all, it’s better than rotting away. Something to do, love.” Then she had kissed me and my attention and spun elsewhere.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway. My heart leapt. An innocent noise makes you jump in fear when you’re doing something you’re not supposed to. It really scares you when you’re not even supposed to be alive. Two months ago I was supposed to die in a car crash. She had saved me. She never told me why. Since that day I guess she’s kind-of ‘owned’ me. I mean there’s no way I could just go back and resume life when I’m supposed to be dead. I walked softly towards the chair and waited for her. I had no idea how long it might last, it had lasted thirty-minutes to a few days before, so I really didn’t feel impatient.
I fell asleep at one point, because when I woke up it was to the feel of her lips. I already felt the affects, drainage. As if I were dying. Of course, it was already proven that I couldn’t die. I was invincible (to some extent). Her eyes were closed in pleasure, but at my stirring they flashed open. They were scarlet. The color of dancing flames. She didn’t move though, instead she closed her eyes again and deepened the kiss. Suddenly, I didn’t feel energy being sucked out, I felt it pulsing through me. It was a strange sensation, outstanding, wonderful. It was as if there was a waterfall inside me, rushing with life. She stopped kissing me then, and backed away. She looked wildly embarrassed, as if she’d done something wrong.
“Cassandra?” I called out her name, it echoed in the empty room. She blinked, once, twice. Her black eyelashes brushing over her drastic cheekbones. Then she cried, it was strange, seeing her cry. Crystal clear droplets dripped to the floor. Without thinking I ran up to her and wrapped my arms around her shaking body.
”Shh. Shh. What’s the matter?”
”I hate you. I hate you, Ren. I hate you.”
That stung, the comment wrenched itself deep into my heart. I didn’t really think she liked me, of course, I wouldn’t put me on the hate scale, though. I kissed her tears, then stopped. If she hated me then she wouldn’t want me to kiss her. She wouldn’t want me to even touch her, and yet here I was, unmoving. Holding her close to me. For the first time since I’d met her those months ago, she seemed weak. Fragile. I ran my hand through her hair and rocked her back and forth.
“Shh. Shh. It’s okay. Shh. Shh.”
When the sobs ceased she scooted away, looking ashamed.
“Now what’s wrong, Cassandra?” I asked.
“Nothing. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She’d regained her air of dignity within seconds. I wanted to laugh cry. The feeling stuck in between.
”Tell me what’s wrong.” I demanded, knowing full and well she was the one with more power. She didn’t speak. Instead she stood straight up, her dress made a swish as she did so, and walked right out the door. Not leaving it open, although that would make the movie exit, no she had to shut it. Gently. So nobody would know she’d been with me. Three months passed. She visited less frequently and stayed for far much shorter periods of time. The annoyance in me grew larger each time she came. Finally I had enough, you can’t just make an outburst and then leave without any sort of explanation. Even just knowing that it existed counted, but she denied that too. So today, out of the frustration that had finally popped, I stopped her from leaving. Well, she could leave, but she was too shocked by the fact that I was actually trying to stop her to just continue to walk away. She turned around, hair flying, orange eyes blaring.
“Yes, Ren?”
”Why?”
”What?”
”Why do you visit so less frequently now? Why do you stay for shorter amounts of time?” I asked.
She gave a cold smirk. A painful kind of smirk that broke my heart. She looked heartbroken herself for reasons still irritatingly unknown.
“Is my little pet lonely?”
”Cassandra…”
The smirk dissolved into a truly depressing fake smile.
“Ren. Just…just leave it alone.”
“Tell me what’s the matter.”
”Nothing’s the matter, okay? It’s none of your business!” She snapped. I’d never seen her get angry before. It wasn’t exactly the expression just fitted for her face, but I didn’t care about that at the moment.
“If it’s about you, it is my business! You’re the only one I talk to, the only one I know now. I have nothing left to live for. My dreams are gone, my hopes are gone, my parents and friends are gone. You’re all I have left, as stupid as it may seem, and if so I want to learn all I can about you.” I was breathing heavily now, after bursting out that dramatic and corny line.
A tortured laugh came out of her. She fell to the floor and laughed, tears coming from her beautiful eyes. She wasn’t in pain this time, she was in anguish. I paused and just watched.
“Fine, I’ll tell you, if you’re so desperate to know, Ren honey. I’m the queen, but you already knew that, didn’t you? Well all queens need a king. I have my king, and it isn’t you. Of course, my dear husband is a fucking bastard. I have no love for him. Then… then you came along in all your glory. Damn you, Ren. Do you remember a girl who went by the name of Cassie?” She looked at me, straight in the eye. The name rang in my head. Cassie, a girl I’d randomly bumped into on the street. We’d goofed around and laughed. Then I saw her the next day and the next and the next. It just kept going on like that for almost a year, we just talked and walked and stopped by at the arcade or a yogurt place or whatever every so often. She was fun and the day I was seriously about to confess to her, the crash happened. I’d pushed her to the farthest corner of my mind, along with my friends and family.
“Yes.” I said slowly.
Then it hit me. Cassie. Cassandra. Of course, why didn’t I notice it before? Cassie had orange eyes, too, although she claimed it to be contacts. How had I forgotten?
“You’re Cassie.” I said, simply, in a flat voice.
“You got it, love. So my life’s okay. I really don’t talk to my husband anyways, he just sits all day while I do everything. I go up to visit you humans sometimes and boom you come out of the CD shop and we both fall. Then you talk to me and we chat for a while. I get bored and come find you again. Then you go off and make me fall for you and get yourself into an accident. I really thought you would live longer so I didn’t bother checking your book out. I didn’t want you to die. So I saved you and now everything’s off balance. If you are saved from your pre-assigned death you never die. I just gave you immortality. I totally screwed up your supposed to be life. The only way for you to die is for me to suck out all your damn energy. Each time I try, I get close, but then I just can’t do it and end up giving you all of it back. I ruined your life! You’re cursed, now. Your life is emptiness. Do you know that? Then what do you do in return for my cursing you? You go and comfort me when I cry! You be kind to me! You treat me as if I were a good being! That’s what’s wrong, Ren. This undying guilt.” She broke down into shudders, once again I held her in my arms. This time I said no words of comfort. I stroked her back. Then in the smallest voice she continued.
“At the same time, though. I still loved you. I’m so selfish, aren’t I? I curse you but I still love you. Do you hate me, now? Do you?”
I looked at her, her eyes were wide with fear. She thought I hated her. She truly thought I could hate someone who saved my life, someone who I had fallen for myself (even if I didn’t really know it was her), someone who would cry over me like this. I crushed her in a massive hug, without really crushing her. She was too strong for that.
“No. I don’t hate you, Cassie. I really, truly don’t hate you.” With a long sigh of relief she fell asleep in my arms just like that. As if that was all she needed to be at peace. At first I was scared she had died on me, but I felt her breathing and relaxed as I slipped into sleep with her on the white tiled floor in the empty room.



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