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Roses
The night was warm as the rain fell and clinged on to her cotten dress, the stars were out that night but were coverd by the haze of rain. Glanceing into the stars for one last look into a night time sky and unknowingly a last look of fimilure surroundings. The blow that was delivered to her skull was quick, sharp and almost unfelt, she fell instently. When she awoke warmth surrounded her, warm water. Blinking, her head turned and she slipped benith the water for a second, just a second befor the slowed body could pull her back out agin. More alert now she began taking in the room. Eyes scaning over the old claw foot tub she was in, a slightly yellowed artifact of a beautiful time in the past. A small window aloud sun light to filter through the cracked glass, and she gazed at it. Lines of vision fallowing the warm rays around the rest of the room, a small toilet and tile counter and sink. Sitting apon it was a record player. The song that was playing was nice almost calming, A summer place is what it was called. Her eyes stayed on this record spinning around and around, now aware of a light smell in the air...Roses, yes it was rose and someting a bit more sharp maybe an iorny rust. The scents oddly smelt plesent. Just then a colour cought her eye, her head jerking in a way that caused her crimson hair to expand and twirl, playing in the water. A odd orange red colour going down one of the yellowed white tile walls spreading on the floor and a large smear of it apon the side of the toilet. Her mind realling on why the wall would rust like that she tried to sit up in the water but found herself unabel. Her body in a almost fetal position could not seem to find the strenght or energy to unferl its self. Light foot steps are echoed in her ears befor the painted white door is opened and in steps i a man. Rather then a ushall flash of fear the girls eyes held only intrest as the scaned over his soft and slightly plesent feachers. His boots made a even sound on the tile as he walked tward the toilet seat, he fashed her a white smile. His eyes ran over her figure as the wet dress clinged to it curving over her breasts and sides delicitly and layered in folds where it clinged to her thighs. " Hello Cassandra." The man said in a plesent tone as he sat down on the toilet seat.Her eyes held suprise as she recodnised her name. "H-hello Sir..." she said trying to recolect on how she had met him and how she had got here but all she got were blanks. Smilig the man re started the song and began to speak in his light smooth tone "Please call me Mister, Mister Tommy." In a bit of suprise he gave a name she responded to him in a very predictable way witha predictiable question. "Do I know you Mister Tommy??" Slightly chuckeling Tommy smiled "No you do not know me Cassandra but I know you. And I would like to talk to you for a few miniutes more because you, Are running out of time...But we will get to that later. I would just like a small conversation or maybe some one who will listen. You see Cassandra I have known and felt alot of things in my life time but no one to listen to me try to express it. And I can write all my thoughts and feelings and ideas down but its just not the same as haveing another living being there. So if you dont mind would you please listen to whats on my mind?" Fighting against better judgement Cassandra nodds. "Well you see I think quite alot. About life and people and death mainly. I could sum it up in ten words- Life is painful people are stupid and death is beautiful.- But that my Dear is under complicating it. You see life is a terribly painfull expiriance both you and I know that. It makes us bleed it lets us suffer and worst of all it makes us feel. Feel emotions like sadness and hate and want and loneliness. People, oh people can be so crule. They can be mean, hateful, sadistic, cold, and violent you know this too of course. And death can be a beautiful excape and I know that you too have been looking for one. Your wrists tell me that and so do your hospital vists. I have been watching you...". At this point Mister gets up an plugs in a small contrapion from the top of the tub, just out of Cassandra's veiw."...because you see, you and I have alot in common. And I will do for you what you cant do for yourself and I cant do for myself..." He picks up a metal rod , about 3 inches, with wires going down either end. He lightly lifts her to a sitting position looking her in the eyes. "...Bite it if you want to and I know you do, as much as I know I would if I were you." And Cassandra fallows her instrutions biting down as he slips to metal 'bracelets' ar slipped around her wrists. " Any last words Cassandra?" She looks up into his eyes,not holding back small tears. "...Thank you..." And Tommy flipped the switch.
Published 2nd Jul 2012
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