“Did you know that cutting yourself is a sin?” Oleander whispered to Trent as they lay in her bed. They had just returned from the concert, it was nearing three am and Oleander was tired. Neither one of them had bothered with removing their outfits, they just lay atop the blankets in an attempt to gather the strength to properly prepare for bed.
“Only if you do it for a dead person, if I recall properly.” Trent whispered back to her, he had turned on to his side so that he could stare at her. He ran a couple fingers through her hair gently.
“It’s always for dead people.” Oleander argued.
“Is Izzy why you think about cutting lately?” Trent asked her with a frown.
“No, maybe. I don’t know. I’m not sure which dead girl I’m mourning to the point of desiring mutilation.” She shrugged lightly and Trent kissed her forehead consolingly.
“How many dead girls do you know?” He wasn’t sure where her train of thought was headed, but it seemed to him that it had derailed.
“I mean that I think when someone hurts themself on purpose it is always because someone is dead, even if no one is currently deceased. Like I don’t know if I am mourning Izzy, or the girl I used to be. Because she’s dead Trent, they are both dead. Oleander Jameson is dead and now I am just, I don’t know who I am. I’m still Oleander Jameson I am made of the same things but I don’t know. The old Rebecca is dead too, and Ian, and Val, and Trina. We all fucking killed ourselves the day we bleed on that Ouija board, and I murdered Ian and Rebecca murdered Izzy.” She stumbled over some of her words, it was as if she could not completely grasp the ideas behind her own thoughts.
“You can’t really compare what you think you did to Ian and what Rebecca did to Izzy.” Trent reasoned with a soothing voice.
“You’re right, because I’m worse. She finished Izzy off quickly. I’m just torturing Ian and I know that I should just stop it, but I think I like it. I think I might like the fact that I’m hurting him because that is how much I hate him lately. I don’t like the way he treats me.” She confessed.
They sat up in unison when they heard the sounds of two vehicles pulling into the driveway. Oleander became suddenly nervous, she was not expecting anyone. Her heart began to palpitate in her chest, she her breaths were shallow and fast paced.
“It’s okay.” Trent told her. Before Oleander could respond her phone went off, the surprising noise of the ringtone caused her to flinch. Trent reached around her body and grabbed the sounding device and answered it for her with a darkly fierce “Hello.” He listened intently with an expression that Oleander felt was deadly.
“Your friends are back.” He told her. They stood and walked through the upper corridor of her house without turning on any lights. It was an eerie experience but part of Oleander enjoyed it. They quickly went down the spiraling stairwell and Oleander began to run when she heard muffled screams from outside.
Ian was sitting on the bonnet of his car in her driveway and Trina and Valerie were standing in front of Rebecca’s car exchanging worried glances. Rebecca was in the backseat, arching her back and bouncing hard enough to shake the car. She was yelling something that sounded similar to a growling “FUCK!”
“What are you doing here?” She asked Ian.
“What is he doing here?” He asked back with a nod to Trent.
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The Patron Saint of Monsters
Genç KurguA girl falls in love with the monster under her bed.
