Saviour's Hell (Completed)

Riddles

"Elijah?" A sweet voice said.

I wrenched myself off of Ryan and wheeled towards the door to see Rylie staring at me, half shocked and half hurt.

I was taken aback.

"R-Rylie?" I said, confused.

"What the hell are you doing? I thought you and I had something between us. Did you think you could just cheat on me, and I'd never find out?" She said.

"No, that's not-"

"How could you do this to me, Elijah?" Her voice wavered, and tears started filling her eyes.

"I-"

"Don't; just don't. If I wasn't good enough for you, why didn't you just tell me before?"

I climbed off of the bed, never breaking eye contact, and started approaching her.

"That's not what I meant, and you know you're good enough for-"

She held up a hand, signaling for me to stop moving closer to her.

"Then why were you just making out with that guy? When did you even meet him? A few minutes ago? A few hours? When?"

"I met him almost a week ago."

"Oh, a week, huh? It took you four years to even start talking to me, but it only took a week for you to want to fuck this stranger? What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do that to me?" Tears were rolling down her face now.

"Rylie-"

"And to think I came all this way just to see you again after so long. I guess Derek was right...you are a waste of time and effort."

"Wait...what?"

She just shook her head as tears poured down her gorgeous face, and turned to leave.

"Rylie, please-" I reached out to her shoulder, but she wheeled and slapped it away.

"Don't touch me, Elijah. I don't ever want to see you again for as long as I live." At that, she flung the door open and started storming down the hallway, leaving me with a stinging hand, a confused mind, and an aching heart.

"What the hell was that all about?" Ryan said.

"That was, uh...that was a girl I've had a crush on for the past four years...and she just left me."

He was silent for a moment.

"Okay...?" He said slowly.

Another moment of silence.

"Hey," he said as if the greatest idea ever just popped into his head.

I didn't bother looking at him.

"I have damaged and missing cells, skin stretched over bones, ink on my head, and a recently shattered lifeline. What am I?"

"Uh..." I thought hard on this one. "The decaying body of an author?"

"No; I'm you."

I turned to face him with a confused look on my face.

"What?" I said.

"I have damaged and missing cells...that's your crazy brain. Skin streched over bone...you're skinny. Ink on my head...your hair is black. And a recently shattered lifeline...she just shattered your heart." He smiled after saying that.

I glared at him.

"Boy, do you know how to comfort people." I said sarcastically.

"Mmm...what has needles, no empathy, and lives in a hostile environment?"

I thought for a second.

"A cactus?"

"Close...but wrong."

"Then what is it?"

"Me," He smiled again. "Because I'm dangerous, my mind is violent, my body is more than capable of acting on my violent thoughts, and I really don't care about what happens to anybody."

"How does that comfort me?"

"It doesn't,"

"Then why did you say it?"

"Riddles can be fun, and I don't care if you kill her or spend the next month or so sobbing in a corner alone. Either way, I'll be there to witness it."

"Why?"

"I tend to enjoy the suffering of others."

I just gave him a look.