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Brii must have been calling my name to stop me from the trance I was in. My ears were ringing, they were calling for me, he was calling for me. Brii grabbed my shoulders, spinning me around, and breaking the trance.
She was basically yelling at the top of her lungs. "You absolutely cannot go in there! You can look, but do not go in. You just can't!" Brii shouted at me. Clueless, I blinked a few times. Something inside me flipped a switch.
My face contorted with anger, "You can't go in there. You can't even look. Do not, you cannot even get closer. Do you want to die? I won't die. I've been in there when everything was right. That's my friends' blood here." I started to go to move the curtain, to get to the door, and through the next used to be white curtain before the room. I turned back one last time and did something that would probably ruin our 'friendship.' I spoke with the most animosity as I could as my words dripped with seething anger and poison, "If you even think about following me past the first curtain, your fate will be the same as theirs." And with that, I went through the door, closed it, and stood before the white curtain. Brii must have been calling my name, no. Wait. That is his voice. My eyes widen and I slightly gasp with such fake hope, but hope none the less. They must have come back to this world. I moved the white curtain with certain ease and familiarity. I was expecting those pure white walls and shining lively people. My almost smile died, like it did that day. My expression was just as dead as this room. My eyes rapidly looked and saw the disaster I saw when I entered that day. The once bright white walls now, still, covered in so much blood splatter, same as before. Almost sickening to me had I not known this, I did. I should have never thought of them, him, to be alive. I examined the closest girl's face, it was sad, slightly afraid face. What had those doll-like eyes seen? What was so horrifying to be frozen in time like this? She looked as though she was about to jump to life and tackle me with it. She would tell me just how much she missed me, how he missed me, all these years, probably upset I had not visited her for this long. I touched her face, cold, my hand went back to my side. I whispered her name. She looked the same as I left her, left him, I guess it is, four years ago today. She was five years older than me, she would be twenty-four this year. I was one of the youngest in the white room. He was the second. He would have been twenty later this year. Where is he? In the back, leaning against the wall like he always was. I looked directly at him, where I knew he would be, forever. He was there, but there was something different about him. He did not look the same the last time I saw him. His right arm was in position to do his infamous one armed hugs, my favorite hugs. It was four years ago yesterday since I had one. Before I knew it, my arms were wrapped around him and hugging him. My body acted on its own for a second time today. His body was so cold against my surprisingly warm 'normal' body. It was stomach wrenching how perfect we were and horrible it felt to hold onto him. I wish I could have been frozen with him like this. He was cold, but they were more like stone, not ice. Everyone who saw this after it happened said they must be waiting for their last lost member, me, to return and join them. They said that because all of those in the white room were facing the door, looking for me. What they got pulling back the last white curtain was not me, but a monster. An abomination to humanity, to sanity, to peace. No one can accurately explain why they were the way they stand today. We all have our theories. Some more insane than the mind that created this scene imprinted in my subconsciousness at all times. There had been talk of something similar to a vampire. A vampire walked into this white room, instead of me and destroyed its blamelessness and purity inside. Draining my beloveds dry and stopping their time, the monster is said to return one day and reclaim its slaves. That must be why they are looking to the door, faithfully watching for their controlling master. Just like dogs, my friends were nothing but dogs if this held to be true. I could not tell you if vampires exist, maybe I do not exist. No, I do not exist, not since I saw this white room so destroyed and horrendous. There are times when I try very hard to remember what happened, what if I were that monster? What if it were me that ruined their lives forever? Am I that creature of habit? Have I come to take my pets back to hell with me? My mind starts swirling when I try to recall what happened, even though in this room everything is clear as day, but that day. Why? The white room, stained red, virtually disintegrating before me, and I hear a loud, bone-chilling thud.
 Shy-Star · Thu Apr 22, 2010 @ 12:47am · 0 Comments |
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