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Obsession Is Such an Ugly Word

Obsession Is Such an Ugly Word

In my hand lay a tarnished bronze key. The metal feels cool on my calloused fingertips. As I move it around on my palm, bits of rust stick to my sweaty skin. The liquid won’t stop coming out of my hands, and they won’t stop shaking. The object that lay in my hand is getting the best of me. Should I use it?
The fingers on my left hand, which are the ones that has not even touched the key, run through my dark hair with a splash of blond. Before they leave, they tug the strangs some. I really need to make a decision. If only Alex was here. He would be able to tell me what to do. Unfortunately, he was taken from me as soon as we were brought into this place. Sometimes, I swear that I can hear his cries of agony coming from the room with the old oak door.
I lay back down on the bed in the room that I was told to stay in. It had only one pillow that was missing most of it’s feathers, the sheets were ragged and worn out, and the mattress squeaked whenever I moved an inch. The condition of the bed made it hard to sleep, but the fact that Alex was not next to me and I had this key made it even worse. A sigh falls from my lips. I really miss him.
I cover my ears with the small pillow when another scream fills the room. My eyes dart to the wooden door across the hall. I absorb every detail from the smear on the once golden door knob to the splinters that covered the door. Everything in this place seems as if it has not been fixed up in many years. How many? I do not know. My bark colored eyes scanned the room. The grey paint on the walls were peeling, there were stains from when water once leaked through the ceiling, and there was, what looked like, dried up blood in the far corner. I cringe when I hear another scream as my eyes still focus on the dark red blotch.
The thoughts started to overwhelm my mind again. Should I put the key in the whole and turn it? Should I open the door to find what lies behind it? What will happen to me if I do? I was told that I would be put through the same pain. Did that mean that my Alex was beyond the splintering wood and suffering? The screams make it seem so. However, it could just be a trap. The man may be trying to trick me into opening the door just so I could be tortured. If that was the case, how is he able to make sounds that sound just like Alex?
I grip the object with force. It’s painful, but I don’t care. I just have to decide what to do. I kick my legs around like someone that is mad. Of course, maybe I am mad. If I am, it is because of this damn bronze in my fist.
I sit up after thrashing around some more. My eyes stare out of the room to look at that door again. I lift my body up and gradually make my way over to the entrance of the place that holds the shrieks. The key moves around in my hand as I think more about the subject. From instinct, my legs step back a little. My desire to know what lies beyond makes me step forward and place the key into the keyhole. I’m not strong enough to stop my curiosity. The desire runs through my veins. I cannot fight it. After standing in the same spot for about five minutes, I finally turn the tarnished metal. I have finally done it. I have finally unlocked the door. Another cry comes from what sounds like Alex as I take hold of the door knob and slowly open the door. My eyelids slip shut and remain that way as I open the door.
A very soft and delicate sound of “Jack” makes me open my eyes. My Alex is being hung from his wrists with thick rope. His caramel hair is matted with dry blood, and a pained look lies in his brown eyes. His button-up flannel shirt is open which allows me to see the various cuts and gashes that cover his chest. Of course, his chest is not the only spot with wounds. There is a place on his cheek that had been sliced, and the holes in his jeans show the wounds that were there as well. I have never seen anyone as hurt as this in my life. I almost think he is dead, but I see his expression change into something of horror. I only have time to blink before a blunt object is hitting me on the head.
When I regain consciousness, I find myself hanging next to Alex in the same fashion. I now see the blood dripping down all of his injuries. Salty liquid starts to fill my eyes. One finally slips out and falls down my face before hitting the blood stained ground.
“You shouldn’t have come,” Alex barely makes out. “He’s going to do the same thing to you now.”
“I don’t care.” I look straight into his eyes. “I’m with you again, and that’s all that matters.”
I can tell that Alex wanted to cry, but no water comes to his eyes. I completely understand. He must have cried all of his tears during the torturing.
Days go by. I no longer feel the pain anymore. My body is now numb. When the day finally comes when our lives will end, I stare at Alex the entire time. I want to cup his face with my hand one last time, but I don’t get the chance because our wrists are still bound when the blade is put to our necks.

Notes

This is just a one shot that I wanted to write before I updated my story. I think this might be one of my favorite stories that I've written.....

Sequel

Daggers Speak Louder Than Words

Daggers Speak Louder Than Words

PG-13 Horror

This is a Jalex one shot that I based off the song "Daggers Speak Louder Than Words" by Alesana

1/1/13

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Comments

@MakeMeLoveATL
Thanks! :) :) I almost forgot about this. LOL

QueenDes QueenDes
1/4/14

@MakeMeLoveATL
Thanks! :) :) I almost forgot about this. LOL

QueenDes QueenDes
1/4/14

@MakeMeLoveATL
Thanks! :) :) I almost forgot about this. LOL

QueenDes QueenDes
1/4/14

This is so well written. I love it.

MakeMeLoveATL MakeMeLoveATL
1/4/14
I have the next one started, but my laptop stopped working for no reason, so I'll have to work on it during school and when I can get my hands on the computer in the living room. Sorry. I seriously don't know what happened. One second it was fine. The next I'm at my dad's and it won't turn on. It'll take a couple of weeks but hopefully they can fix it or at least get my stuff off of my computer. Sucks too because I needed it for school today. :/
QueenDes QueenDes
1/3/13