octobercitizen

[octobercitizen]

The end

She stayed there, staring the field. The last days of a lazy October had gone too quick. She countinued writing plainly about what she did that they so far on her fake diary; her plans were reserved for the other one. She couldn't afford to have her diary for anyone to see. She needed a place to hide and dissapear alone and writing had always offer her that.

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Scape?

She went upstairs; the corruption extended slower there. Soon, it would be like being in the insides of a corpse.

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Chase!

She carried the skull and she saw him.

"This is a trap, idiot." That was the first thing he said to her.

"I know." He looked at her without hiding his judgmental frown "I'm quite obssessive, and I need to know who Jane is."

The house started to peel off. It was like it was rotten inside.

Tom seemed to consider it

"You'll need her diary."

"Shall we go?"

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Truths

The wind was much cooler now and the house looked inhospit. She was terrified of her decision and at the same time this new landscape looked like a new mistery to solve. She had so many questions. What kind of ghost was the doctor? was this the true appearance of the house? What was behind all this? The wind intensified and she went back. When she was about to enter the house, she found a skull, as if it was awaiting her. She smiled.

"Hello, Doctor Tom"

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Confrontation

She stayed there and the vision of her town evaporated. She looked back and saw Jane's house becoming something else, something abandoned, something.

"Corrupted"

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Sacrifice

She reached the still opened door and ran past the cemetery to the gate, it was open too and beyond it she saw her ugly town. The sun that seemed to melt the metal of the cars and the black pavement. She had been welcoming the cold and the dark in the mannor. That charmless vision made her recall everything clearly. The town was not just of her dislike beacuse of the weather, she was a weirdo there. She was not like others she could not make what others did so effortlessly.

But what if everything was a trap, a real nightmare trying to sink her into its depths.

This place was too beautiful to be real; a dark october with ghost stories. What if the price to stay was too high?

What if it was worth it?

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Encounter

She realized her error. She just gave up that easy? She looked at him troubled, his stoned eyes. She didn't know anything about him or his intentions. If he was just a liar, if he was going to get something from her, something irreversible what could she do about it?

What if what she felt were Jane's feelings? or worst what if Jane didn't exist and he wasn't even a human but a more dangerous version of a carnivore plant?

He offered his hand.

She ran away.

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Lord of the manor

If I don't go my bones will melt with the bed, with the floor, with the ground until I root myself.

I'm caged

I'm caged

I'm

caged

And no one knows.

Except for him.

Forgive me.

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Ritual

It had been a strange thing to welcome the strange woman and see how the house started to wake up and breath out of nowhere.

She was there looking at him with violent eyes. If he was going to do something he better do it now.

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Lair of the damned

"Very well, then" he said losing his smirk.

Suddenly, a firm arm aparted her from him. It was an old man whose eyes were ignited at the view of the young doctor. The music and the dancers stopped in confusion.

She was confused too, for a moment, she forgot she was living someone else life. The man was probably a relative of Jane, her father even.

"Doctor Tom, you know you're not welcome here. Leave"

"Dad" said Jane taking over the girl's voice again.

"Silence, go to your room, Jane"

"She needs help, even if you think otherwise" Tom said.

The girl's hearth stopped for a second, maybe that's how that moment happened, maybe the doctor was manipulating everything, messing with her mind. But if he wasn't, Jane went through that. The girl thought so too that she needed some kind of help. But when she had tried to talk about it with her family she had been imediatly dismissed by her parents.

"There's nothing wrong with my daughter." Dad's Jane said

A tear came down the girl's cheek and she was sure it belonged to her not to Jane. She felt everything was wrong within her. Her brain was designed poorly. She was unable to comunicate with others. She was alone and everything was plain.

Tom gave her an intentional look, something that said "meet me outside".

She left feeling numb and feeling how her emotions became turbulent inside her head. No. No, no, no. Breath.

She walked through the corridor repressing the pain in her chest until she entered a warm room. The library. Tom was already there.

"You want to dissapear, don't you?"

"How do I know these are not Jane's feelings?"

"You're not Jane right now."

"That's what happened to her? You did her a favor?" The girl said violently.

"I didn't do anything, everyone gives her too little credit. She did it herself to herself."

Seconds passed until he finally said.

"You can stay if you want to."

"I want to. I want to." She said too fast.

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Hidden secrets

Are you wondering who am I?

You're her doctor.

You look scared.

You look scary.

Do I?

Like a predator.

He chuckled.

Don't you want to know how I see you?

Like a pray, maybe, but you're mistaking me for someone else.

I see you as a lost girl.

I am lost. I'm lonely, dreaful and I want to know what you've got to offer to me, doctor. I entered the house not because I'm blinded by a daydream, but because I'm after it.

Very well, then.

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Skeleton in the closet

She had the feeling that they had been dancing for hours, she felt like she was far, far away, maybe in a dream. The low voices that reached her gave her another impression. She was being observed, people were talking about them; things were real. 

“How dare him?”

“The things he has done.”

“He’s a monster.”

She noticed his cold hands and his merciless features.

His plain eyes stared back.

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Ghostly radio

She stayed in the empty room waiting, ready to grasp the words that came from another side. The sunlight disappeared; the night hours too. She was half asleep when she heard the voice, diluided among the static, only to lose it again.

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Footsteps

It happened when she was about to sleep. She listened to them getting closer, but she was now in a blurry dimension, no matter how she tried to get up to meet them and scape with them; she was too far away in a dreamless sleep.

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Gone

Have you seen her?

It reads in a paper pasted on the gate of the local cemetery. Below the question a girl with hopeless eyes.

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Letters in the library

We sat quietly in the library learning from each other among what we care the most about.

[Excerpt from Jane's diary]