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Candle light ep8
The morning after, Klara woke up still in a haze from the night before.
A confused mess laying on a sheetless mattress, by her side, a sleeping Seth, facing the wall. The black mass of hair sligltly tangled, walling down his shoulders and the sweat stained pillow. She smiled.
He eventually woke up and turned to look at her.
He lifted his arm to stroke her hair.
"You're beautiful" he said, with a raspy voice, still half asleep.
He then sat up on the bed, and leaned down towards her, kissing the pale girl once on the lips, then on her forward, before he began whispering in her ear
"Sometimes…I think about ripping open your ribcage."
Klara tensed up. Immobilized by the unexpected words of her lover.
She knew he had some issues. Everybody knew, but she didn't expect for him to behave like that just yet.
Granted the intercourse of the night before was such just because she chose not to resist him. Granted she felt the violent gripping of his hands on her throat and thighs, wrists and everywhere else on her body.
Unpleasant just enough to bother her but not enoug to push her to actually speak up her mind and oppose him.
For some reason, she did not expect him to start behaving like that, not quite yet at least.
A shiver ran down her spine. She pretended nothing was wrong, as he whispered "I love you" and headed downstairs, as if the house belonged to him.
She eventually gathered the courage to get out of bed and walk downstairs to meet him.
He had his back turned to him and was chopping some fruit with an unusual choice of knife.
Klara's parents had a collection of butcher knives displayed on the kitchen counter. He decided to pick the largest one, with the sharpest edge.
She was observing him from outside the kitchen, when suddenly the phone in her hand buzzed, making her jump out of her skin.
He quickly turned around, hearing the tiny scared gasp behind him, as if he had been startled too.
"You're up darling…" he smiled and said in a sinister yet soothing voice.
She smiled at him, than looked down at the phone, investigating the notification she had just gotten.
He noticed this.
"Who's that" he asked, his voice now deeper and monotone.
As soon as Klara looked down, she realized it was not her phone she was holding, but Seth's.
The number that had been sending messages was saved "Dad".
"Klara. Who is texting?" He asked in a slightly harsher tone.
The girl shivered a bit.
"It's…It's just your dad-"
Seth snapped. It seemed that as soon as he heard that last word, he had ben injected with pure rage. He stomped, almost sprinting towards Klara, knife still in his left hand, waving it around in front of her face.
"Did you answer?! Did he call?! What the fuck is wrong with you!?? Why would you check my phone?! You dumb fucking bitch!!"
All Klara could do is try to explain herself through his shouting. She couldn't recognize him. It was like in front of her in that very moment stood a complete stranger.
Klara's eyes began filling up with tears and she slowly started backing up into the hallway.
Meanwhile at every step she took, he got closer and and more aggressive.
"You fucking whore IF YOU EVER PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"
At that point, Klara turned around, running up the stairs and locking herself up into the bathroom.
Her back was initially against the closed door but she jumped away once he reached the locked room and started frantically trying to force the door handle down, then punching at the door.
She fell down, sitting on the floor, her back now against the bathtub.
She could barely regulate her breathing as panic filled her lungs and caused her heart to beat out of her chest.
Klara thought she had never been more terrified in her life.
He screamed and shouted for a while, before his thoat began getting sore and his voice raspier and lower, until it cracked.
He began audibly crying.
"Klara…Please…Get out of there…Please Klara I'm sorry…"
Klara got up from the floor and began slowly walking towards the door.
She hesitated, her hands were shaky, her breath was shallow. She felt a knot in the back of her thoat.
She slowly turned the key to the door, but before she could even open it herself, it flungs open and the monster grabs her by the shoulder, pinning her to the ground.
His face is contorted, it's hard to understand what kind of emotion is trying to convey or he himself is feeling.
He kneels on top of her pushing her down with all his weight.
"Please" He says, his voice is shaking "Forgive me okay?"
Klara is shaking violently, in the midst of her panick, she reacts by screaming for help.
This doesn't last long, of course, his big, rough hand is immediately pushed on top of her mouth, and because of it's size, the whole bottom part of her face as well.
"Klara… Klara please…I love you please listen to me.."
Seth kept repeating himself like a broken record, while both of them were sobbing.
As Klara slowly ceased her screaming, Seth releases a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He slowly removed his hand from her mouth, in turn directing it towards her head to stroke her hair, the action cause much more difficult by his shaking.
"Please… Please forgive me…I love you s-so much.."
Klara had adverted her gaze, not sobbing anymore, rather quietly crying to herself, staring blankly at the nothing in front of her.
Seth tried to make eye contact, pushing himself slightly off of her, releasing her from his weight, all the while still apologising through sobs.
Klara slowly slid away from under him and propped herself up on the floor and onto the wall. She took out a cigarette from a packet she had in her shorts and began smoking, still numbed, still out of it. Her face expressionless, unable to comprehend the event that had just occurred.
Once she was done, he was back to his sweet demeanor.
He picked her up from the floor and placed her onto her own bed before positioning himself beside her. He was in fact still crying, occasionally whispering apologies and sweet words.
He wanted to comfort her, but it sounded more like he was trying to comfort himself.
"I dont' know what happens to me sometimes…" he confessed.
"I don't want to hurt anyone…"
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Candle light ep7
When they decided it was time for them to get going, it was dark outside.
They were about to say their goodbyes when Klara began observing the empty streets around her. A sense of immobilizing anxiety filled her body.
He turned towards her, wondering what could be wrong.
"What's wrong?" he simply asked
"Oh I-It's just-" She once again struggled to express herself, but that wasn't anything unusual. Klara had always found it hard to let words come out of her mouth.
Seth knew. He catched this detail about his new girlfriend since he began watchig her. Since he realized she was watching him.
Sometimes, he thought she was so small and fragile that if he wanted, he could have picked her up, torn her limbs apart and keep her in a glass jar, to watch forever, like a butterfly.
He took her by the hand, quickly and rather forcefully, again, and began walking towards her house, without saying a word.
As soon as she felt herself being practically dragged, she smiled and her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink, as she began adjusting to his longer step.
Once they reached her house, she still wouldn't let go of his hand, now grabbing it with both of her own.
"What now?" He asked, finally emotionless once again
"Uh…Is…Would-Uh..Would your father mind if you…" At this point she was shaking with anxiety
"Want me to spend the night?" He interrupted her impatently. In all truthfullness, he was as excitet and anxious as she was, if not more, about the prospect of sleeping beside her.
In all truthfullness, in that very moment, he had already fixed in his own mind what would have happened from that point on.
"Yes" She smiled again.
Once inside they had a brief exchange of words about where everything was. The bathroom, the kitchen, the bedroom, then, they decided to take a shower before going to bed.
When Seth reached the upstairs bedroom belonging to the pale girl, he immediately noticed the stark contrast between that particular room and the rest of the house.
Her home was comforting and warm, the furniture seemed in great condition, if not new. It was clean, it was spacious and seemed to have costed a decent amount of money.
Klara's room seemed to have been plucked out of an abandoned home. The blinds were broken, permanently shut, the furniture seemed old and ruined, like it had been picked up from the side of the road and the walls looked like they had been stained by years of cigarette smoke.
Klara apologised for her bedroom.
"It used to be the storage room…"
Seth didn't mind. His room wasn't much better either.
Klara took a very large shirt and an even larger pair of shorts below the knee, from the chipped little wardrobe.
"Can you believe I used to be this size?" She then joked with the pale guy, a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Yeah. I remember you before. I used to see you at school all the time, it's not been that much time. That happened quickly, I saw it happen" He stated, pointing at her and her skeletal frame in comparison to the old clothes.
"Oh…I didn't know you knew I existed before" She chuckled awkwardly.
Seth knew, of course he knew. He had become fascinated with her decaying process, that was what sparked his interest in her in the first place.
Seth was waiting to watch her die.
He took the clothes and went to take a shower. He got out, she got in.
When she came out he could really observe her. The remains of a human being.
She reminded him of the icon of Jesus Christ nailed onto the cross. The visible ribcage protruding from her skin, the self inflicted wounds in multiple stages of healing and the suffering lamb-like eyes.
The associacion must have excited him to the point which he decided that that was the perfect moment to do what he planned on doing the moment she decided to invite him home.
He could have done it before, but it wasn't the right time. This was the right time.
He wanted her to be alert, he wanted her to be present.
He wanted her to understand that he was forcefully taking what was left of her purity.
Klara didn't fight. Klara never fights.
Klara lets everything that happens, just happen.
But this time there was something different, because Klara wasn't waiting for a bad thing to pass, she wanted him to rip her apart.
Of course she did, she had been waiting for that moment the second she first saw him.
He had been waiting for a toy to break for just as long.
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Candle light ep6
They sat at a table for two. He got a black coffee, she got a glass of water.
He looked around, fidgeting with his rings and his necklace, bouncing his knee. Suddenly he seemed to show more emotion than he ever had until that point. For the first time, Klara could understand how he felt.
"Is everything okay? You look nervous.."
"I'm fine I swear." He took a sip of his coffee before continuing
"Look. I-I really like you. A lot"
Klara's mind went blank. She could't quite comprehend what was happening.
She wanted to reciprocate, but struggled to respond, instead just stuttering
"U-uh…W-What…?"
Seth's eyes widen, in an expression that seemed to convey a tinge of horror.
He looked down at the table avoiding her eyes completely, putting a hand in his hair to push the dark locks back.
"God I'm so sorry"
Klara seemed to get back control on her own tongue
"N-no!" But she still stumbled on her own words "You-I mean I- I like you too!"
She blurted out.
His eyes quickly became fixed back on her again
"Really?!"
"Yeah!"
"Oh…"
"What…?"
"Nothing, I didn't think so far ahead" He candidly admitted, which caused the pale girl to laugh.
She hesitated before speaking again
"Can I..Hold your hand?"
"You wanna…you want to hold my hand?" He asked like that was the most surreal request he had ever been presented with, before quickly and almost aggressively, in a way, taking her hand in his, causing both of their faces to burn up.
"So…You wanna…" He struggled to push his words out
"I mean…We're a thing now…Right?"
She looked at him with her big doe eyes and a wide smile. He continued.
"Listen I don't know I've never really dated anyone before"
"What? No way...I don't believe you" She answered back
He simply looked at her, a hint of embarassement in his ice cold eyes.
He then slid his significantly larger hand across her wrists and onto his scars, consequentially exposing his arm and his very own self-harm scars. They were thicker, deeper and had a violet hue, it was like hers were coming from a desperate ehxhaustion and his from pure, blinding wrath and hatred. Klara remember thinking she had never seen the human skin warp in that manner from a healed wound
"Can I kiss you?" He then asked. He seemed younger to her in that moment, like he had shed a tough mysterious persona to reveal a child-like entity underneath.
She nodded and he got up from his seat to reach across the table, awkwardly stretching to reach her lips.
Klara thought his lips were cold and dry, like she had just kissed a dead man.
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Candle light ep5
The next day, they avoided each other at school.
The reason is unknown. It's hard to understand how the brain of a weird teenager works, let alone two.
Klara was unspeakably embarassed about falling asleep on Seth.
And Seth, well, it's hard to tell what he felt or what he was thinking.
Eventually they met at the end of the day, outside the school. Surprisingly, she approached him.
"…Hey…How…How are you?" She asked, face burning red.
"Oh hi" he turned towards her to greet her "I'm..good?"
"That's…great"
"Sorry, by the way"
"Huh?"
"Sorry about like, disappearing. Avoiding you…Didn't really know what to do. Never really had something like this happen to me before."
"Oh my god-No it's okay!!"
He sighed, showing a hint of his emotions, something that rarely happens.
"I'm glad you're not upset at me or anything"
"Why would I be?" She smiled with a tragic innocence in her eyes.
He hinted at a smile himself, though not quite.
"Listen uh…" He started talking again "How about we go out for coffee? Don't worry, I know you don't eat" He chuckled, playfully mocking her "We can, you know…hang out"
"That would be great!" She enthusiastically accepted the offer, looking desperate, feeling desperate for companionship.
"Great. Let's go then."
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Candle light ep4
They texted all night. About their awful school, about the world, about Seether and Amy Lee and that cheesy yet heartbreaking song the sing together. About how she thought that "when two broken people find eachother, they make a mosaic" and how beautiful he thought this way of thinkin was. About how Michelle and all her other fake friends were shit and about how he kicked David Ackermann's ass for calling him an homophobic slur in the boy's locker room. About how with every astute observation about social issues and philosofical dilemmas he made, she felt like he read her mind and put voice into her thoughts. About how he was convinced they were meant to meet because no one in the world seemed to understand what he was talking about but her. About his abusive father and her negligent family who would almost never even talk to her. About her struggles with an eating disorder-
-Hey. Have you eaten yet?-
-Bro you know I don't eat. I feed off of water and sunlight and live in a terracotta pot-
-Come on stop being dumb and let's go out to eat-
Klara hesitated.
-What?-
-I'm hungry bitch let's get pizza-
-Seth that's the scariest fucking shit you could ever say to me!!-
-Alright. If I get you drunk will you eat?-
-What the fuck?-
-If I get you drunk will you be out of it enough to eat???-
-IDK PROBABLY-
-GREAT LET'S GET BEERS FIRST THEN-
-SETH-
-LISTEN UR GONNA THROW IT UP AFTER ANYWAY LET'S GOOO-
-ALRIGHT ALRIGHT IM GETTING DRESSED JFC-
The weird guy was outside the weird girl's house. Waiting, staring at the sidewalk, or at his shoes, like he always did.
Klara opened her door, dressed, sure, but not to go out. Not how a girl her age would dress to go out at least.
"Hey…uh…I really don't wanna go…" Klara stuttered her way through the phrase.
Seth looked up, noticing she had come out.
"Well hello there." He smiled, and the whole situation seemed surreal, because she had never seen him smile before that very moment.
Klara hesitated.
Seth got closer, hands in the pocket of his jacket. The second one he owned.
"Alright, you don't wanna go out, no problem. We're ordering from your house". And with that said, he walked past her, entering the place like he owned it.
Klara followed quickly. He was already making the call for a local fast food place.
When he hung up, he turned to her.
"Do you have Netflix? Or anything?"
"N-no, but…I have a lot of…DvDs…?"
"Huh. I hope you got some horror movies then" he stated, while he began looking through the various disks organized in a box in front of the tv.
"As you can se…I have a bit of a collection so…just pick one".
"Where are your parents by the way?" He asked, picking up a DVD and holding it up against the light to check for any scratches, before pulling the hem of his shirt, the third one, to be exact, and wiping away some dust on the shiny surface of the object, exposing his somewhat toned abs and a few deep, thick scars on them as well.
"They'll be out of town for a while…" Klara answered, tugging on her own shirt, nervously, like a fidgety toddler would.
They watched the movie, well mostly Seth did, after practically force-feeding Klara at least half of a pizza, making her chug two beers, letting her collapse on top of him on the couch and leaving to get home in the middle of the night.
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Candle light ep3
The phone buzzed.
Klara reached her arm out from under the covers. The sight of a wrist like that, corpse-like, pale as snow and covered in various cuts and scars in different stages of healing, would be enough to shock anyone.
But that was the way Klara's whole body looked.
Pale. Malnourished. Mutilated.
She took a glance at the notification on the screen, an unknown number had sent a message.
-Hey-
She decided to answer, until she realized who the anonymous texter was.
Her heart sunk into what was left of her stomach.
Out of a dozen random boys attending St. Michael's High School, only one decided to actually text her.
Weird guy.
Klara stayed still for a couple of seconds, rubbed her eyes, put the phone down and picked it back up, just to make sure her brain wasn't making her see things.
No, it was him. He actually decided to text her.
-Hey. You got this number from Michelle, didn't you?-
She decided to keep it short and sweet, she wasn't going to take a chance she knew she didn't have. She was going to be honest and tell him that Michelle had done that to mess with both of them.
-Yes, I did. Is that a problem?-
She had never heard him speak before, his voice was one of the few things she didn't know about him. The way he answered were "out of character" for the way Klara had made him to up to be in her head.
He seemed more confident than she could ever think him to be. She wondered where all that cofidence went the moment he stepped inside the school premises.
-No, but she gave my number to multiple guys at school and I want you to know, this was supposed to be a prank on both of us-
Klara honestly replied, expecting tha conversation to come to an halt at that point, but it didn't, and he texted her back.
-What a fucking bitch-
The way Klara reacted to it was almost comparable to the reaction to a jump-scare.
She was so surprised she slightly jolted back from the screen, completely unaware her weird guy would have such a strong personality.
Although, she couldn't help but agree with him.
He texted again.
-So, they're all calling you and texting you, right?-
Klara laughed a bit to herself before answering
-No, no, nobody is. I don't even know why they would, to be honest-
-Because they…Like you?-
The question seemed surreal to Klara.
-That would be impissible. I know nobody likes me. She was just trying to mess with me.-
-How do you know for certain?- He quickly texted back.
-How do I know?- Klara answered -I sit in the bathroom at lunch, people avoid me at school, that's how I know lol. She's just trying to get back at me for canceling some plans last minute-
-That seems like a…Mildly drastic reaction to some plans being cancelled.-
-Well, what can I say, she's always been like that-
-Have you told her to…idk..fucking stop?-
Klara chuckled again.
-I'm sure you know Michelle-
-Ah, yes. Of course. Lady "I don't give half a fuck about anybody but myself". Miss "I dread seeing anybody happy". I met her a few times. Rich, spoiled, the type that has everything and still behaves like everyone else's problems are nothing compared to her own-
-That's…Exactly her. Also idk what she told you when she gave you the number but it's probably not true, sorry-
-Well, she made an offer, a "tempting offer" as she phrased it. Basically alluded to me and her hooking up or something-
-Bro this is insane.-
-I know right? What the fuck.-
A few moments passed before Klara had the courage to ask what had been on her mind.
-If you don't mind me asking, did you hope that would happen? Like… Were you going to take her offer?-
-Well…Technically, yeah I guess. But That's not why I took your number I mean…idk it sounds stupid probably but I wanted to get to know you, not her-
-Well I get it…She's like one of the hottest girls in school I mean, who wouldn't want to fuck Michelle. But I have to let you know that she spreads some pretty nasty rumours about you, cause it wouldn't be fair-
-What did she say about me?-
Klara hesitated, she didn't want to hurt the pale boy's feelings, so she tried to omit the exact phrasing and generalize the statements
-She's one of those people who ostracize people with mental illnesses, so when it came out that you had some things going on, you can just imagine the shit that came out of her mouth-
-She's…kinda fucking ableist.-
-That's right, so just a heads up if you're thinking of hooking up or something, she doesn't deserve a second of your time-
-She doesn't deserve anybody's time wtf.-
-I guess the only good thing that came of this is I got to talk to you huh-
…
The pause after Klara sent her message felt like an eternity, until he answered.
-Same. I just wish people treated you better-
Klara's heart felt like it had stopped for a second.
-I'm sorry for believing the things people say about you. You're a great guy-
-I appreciate that…I … needed to hear that. I'm starting to thing a lot of people hate me at school. Like am I really that bad?-
-Admittedly I've heard rumors about you that would make a homicidal maniac blush-
-lmao-
-Like…you being pretty aggressive, violent…but I never really thought you were evil…you know?-
-Yeah. I understand. I'm not gonna lie, most of them are true. Probably all of them. But I'm not a psycho or anyth- well…-
Klara laughed and smiled at the screen
-I don't care if you killed anyone before, maybe you should start doing it again, probably with a school shooting. Possibly our school-
-Lol fuck you're the funniest most likeable person I've ever met in that shit hole. And I really appreciate that you're being so nice to me. I mean it. Staying in there makes me wanna slit my wrists sometimes-
-bro TELL ME ABOUT IT LOL-
-LMAO NO BUT- It's- I mean I noticed you have some gnarly scars on you-
Klara's heart sunk as she read the text, and began panicking as she wondered what he could be thinking about her in that moment, before he texted again
-I mean, they look like mine, so you know you've done them yourself. I have an eye for self-harm scars.-
Klara paused. He texted again
-I wish we met each other sooner.-
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Candle light ep2
-Michelle, what the fuck!-
Klara yelled in frustration over the phone, her best friend giggling at the pale girl's expenses, on the other side of the line.
-Come on, Klara! Stop being so dramatic! I gave him your phone number, so what!? It's not that big of a deal.-
The skeletal blonde kept mocking her anxious friend, unaware, or ignoring, the gravity that situation had for Klara
-You can't just give people my number like that! And for what?!-
The blonde laughed in her friend's face again, giving no answer
-Is this because I flaked on you saturday? Michelle, I said I'm sorry! I didn't wanna go to that stupid party!-
-I don't know what youre talking about- Michelle snapped, her nasty tone of voice audible from the speaker of the brunette's phone -I just know you're always making such a big fucking deal about every little fucking thing, and now youre getting on my last fucking nerve! - She then answered in a sing-song manner, almost as to mock her supposed friend's intelligence, treating her as she was a child.
-…Why him tho??? This isn't fucking funny Michelle! It's fucking embarassing! What did you tell all the others?!-
Klara was shaking, desperately pleading to her friend to at least give her the details to the cruel joke that she had been pulling on her for the past few days.
Michelle didn't budge, and barked back even more irritated by the pale girl's panic.
-You know what, Klara? People don't fucking like you. Nobody fucking likes you and you know why? Because you're a goddamn cry baby. Because you're scared of everything, because anything that happens is the end of the world for you, because you can't take a fucking joke and I am fucking over having to be your mom all the time. You don't go to parties, you're scared of drugs, you don't even fuck anyone because "Oh god forbid! My virginity! I'm scared! Oh no! - As if anyone would ever fucking wanna touch you, might I add. The only thing you do is fucking smoke cigarettes and everybody knows that's fucking gross, like get a vape or something already- Nobody fucking likes yo-
Klara hung up.
-…shut the fuck up…-
And put her phone on her bedside table, before hiding under her covers, in her dark room, once again.
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Candle light ep1
Seth was a weird guy.
A young man with the palest skin. The bright baby blue irises in stark contrast with the long, raven hair. His figure bulky and quite tall, more often than not hunched over, eyes fixed on the floor or his own shoes.
He migrated from Sweden ten years prior with his father. His mother and her death shrouded in mystery.
He was quiet and practically invisible to any of the peers at his school, despite his stature.
Seth was a weird guy.
He would spend his first ten minutes of school outside smoking a cigarette by the entrance, making him perpetually late to his first class of the day.
He would avoid everyone and when the bell rang he would walk fast to the exit, as if he was eager to get out as quickly as possible, only to hang out by the nearby, unused basketball court until it was dark, and even later. Seth didn't play basketball.
Seth was a weird guy.
Klara would know, she had been observing him since she noticed him the first time, hunched over in a corner outside school, trying to light a cigarette under the light spring rain, shielding it with a cupped hand and the collar of his leather coat.
Klara would notice the cyclical use of his few clothes, three jeans, four shirts, two jackets and one pair of shoes, to be exact.
She would know when he had slept less than usual as the bags under his eyes would get darker than they already were and his puffy eyelids would slam shut like they weighted as much as bricks, just for him to jolt awake and look around, in the middle of a lesson.
If Seth disappeared, one day, nobody would have been able to help, nobody would be able to give the police any substancial information, or be able to tell where he could possibly have been gone.
But Klara would know.
Of course she would know, she knew everything about "the weird guy".
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