|Into the Mirror (standard:other, 1332 words)|
|Author: Thor||Added: Mar 28 2001||Views/Reads: 2324/1412||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|All right, the title isn't very good, but this is a *finished* story, the continuation of the untitled story I had posted here a while ago...|
Iím keeping a diary. Itís on my wall and nobody can read it except for me. Well, Khai can read it too. I love Khai. I really do. People talk about love and they donít mean what they say. When they say they love something, itís just another word, but I really love something, I love Khai. Heís my best friend. I canít always see him, but heís always here and he always talks to me, even when nobody else does. He doesnít like to talk to other people though, he just talks to me. I met him a month ago exactly. Khai, I mean. He was here in my room when I came home from school, and I sat and talked to him instead of doing my homework. I donít have to do my homework anymore, I just talk to Khai, he tells me everything I need to know. Khai says you should leave, that I shouldnít talk to you, but I donít believe him. Sometimes he plays tricks on me. Like one time he went away for a week without telling me, but I got back at him for that: I just went back to doing my homework and talking to my other friends until he came back. I made him beg to talk to me. Thatís probably the only time Iíve punished him, but he punishes me sometimes too. Thatís okay, I love Khai. Heís nice to me usually. He tells me to wear braids in my hair. Khai says they mean Iím still a virgin, because I am. Two tiny braids and one larger one. Khai likes my hair. He likes to touch it, and tells me how nice it is, and how much he likes blond hair. He has blond hair too, longer than mine. I... Hello Khai. Youíre behind me, arenít you? Khaiís chair is in the corner, itís red. It doesnít match my walls. My walls are blue. Khai doesnít like blue, but I do. My diary is on my walls. Itís in code. I wrote it in red because Khai likes red. He wears red a lot. Heís wearing a red cassock right now. And a red ribbon in his hair. Its not a girly ribbon, its a Khai ribbon, it keeps the hair out of his face, especially when heís looking down at me. Heís tall. Khaiís always looking down at me. But heís sitting in his chair and looking thoughtful. He does that a lot. He wants to talk to me, but he wants you to leave. No, donít leave. Stay here. Youíre nice. Khai doesnít let me tell him things, he tells me things, he teaches me things. Can you read whatís on my walls? Itís okay if you can. I wish Khai couldnít read my diary. He can. He knows things about me. I hate Khai, but he knows things. He tells me things. He knew you would come. He doesnít like you, but he knew youíd come. Khai knows everything. I love Khai. I wish Khai wanted to talk right now, he tells stories. I like his stories. He looks like a priest when he tells me stories, a priest with a red ribbon in his hair. A demon priest with blond hair that shines when he moves into the light. he doesnít like light very much, thatís why the curtains are always drawn and his chair is in the darkest corner. He sits for hours in his chair and tells me stories. but you know that already, didnít you? I know you do. He told me about you once. You sit and watch me from that house over there. You can see through my curtains. Khai told me that. You know about me too. But Khai can take all of your knowledge away from you. Khai, donít. Why do you always force me to say things like that? You told me before I could trust this person! Khai! No, I donít want to do it. No! I hate you! Go away! I canít hear you! La-la-la-la-la! No! I donít want to! I... Khai? My head hurts. I hate it when you do that. Oh, itís bloody. Iíve bloodied my head, you see what youíve made me do? Yes, I know. It is a just punishment. Dona eis requiem. Khai is my ruler. To Him I am devoted. Him I love and Him I fear. He who teaches the ways of the world is far wiser than my useless self. I give myself to him in hopes of salvation from the world. I love Khai. He knows everything. I donít know why I rebel. I shouldnít. I love Khai. And you, you know things about me. Go away. I donít like you. Leave me and Khai alone. Leave me alone! Go away! Khai will drive you away if I cannot! Leave! Click here to read the rest of this story (59 more lines)
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