Leave the light on

This was made as a compaction with a friend. Sadly he was way too lazy to write as fast as I did, so I decided to publish mine now anyway. It is my first story in English and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t shitty writing English. Luckily I had a couple of friends willing to play the part as my Editors. For that I thank you. Now, it would be the best if I said what the story is about, but I really want it to be a surprise, so instead I want to tell you more about the inspiration. I built this on inspiration from several games, movies and mangas, such as Another (manga), American Horror Story (serie) and Black box tv on youtube. I want people to think and to feel twisted/scared. And I want feedback, which you can give me here or in a email: jullemus_a@hotmail.com. Oh, and by the way. This story is set to Green in age rating, because I think that the reading of my story is on the readers responsability.
- Sorry for my broken english ...


3. Candle

Imagine a warm and sunny summer day, like so many others. So close to summer, which gave the school ground of Silverwood Academy a glow of pure happiness.

In the heat someone had opened all the windows to catch any blissful wind. Sickening warm and half empty coffee cups was dumped on the desks, at once replaced by cool juice bricks from the vending machines. Laughter and smiles lit up in the dusty corridors. The younger students were cleaning the inside of the school building, while the older students sat outside, reading the last pages before exams.

From an empty classroom on the second floor the softest voice could be heard singing. The words flew out of the open window, down to the school garden where many students were sitting around studying for the exams. It was the words of an old summer hymn, long forgotten by the most people, but sung by a young girl in this very moment. She sang while cleaning the blackboard with a rag, erasing the friendly words of ‘goodbye’ before the final exams. A couple of students hung around the open classroom door, carrying brooms and buckets. Leaning their heads to the side, they listened closely.

The singing girl was standing with her back against the open door, not knowing about her audience. Her hair was the same colour as chestnuts and had soft curls at the tips. The sun made it shine brightly, and despite the heat in the classroom, she was wearing the bow-tie and vest her school uniform consisted of.

Students kept pushing through the already forming crowd in front of the door. The doorway was soon blocked by students pushing and pulling at each other to get a better view of the singing source. Standing in the crowd, right in front of the doorway stood a blonde boy. He was carrying a box of workbooks. Getting a better hold on the box he whispers in awe to the girl next to him: “Who is she?”

“Oh no! Don’t dare falling for her.” She said, giggling.

“You better stay far away from her.” Another girl agreed. The girl next to him giggled quietly again, with her hand over her mouth. Her short white curls jumped up and down.

“Why? What about her? And I’m not falling for anyone here.” The boy lowered his voice to whisper, while sending the singing girl a long glance, like he was afraid she would turn around that very moment.

“Her name is Cathrine Day, class 2-A. She is known for being very unfriendly.”

The girls around them hissed all at once, resembling angry cats.

“She is a monster! Let’s go!” A larger group of girls turned around on their heels and disappeared down the stairs. More students followed them in silence. Only the blond boy and the girl beside him were still standing.

“A monster, really?” The boy sends the girl a sceptical stare.

“I don’t think so.” The girl said. He looked at her, but she didn’t look away from the singing girl. “I think we made her one. She is really pretty, clever and elegant. But everybody needs a sinner and she is playing the part of a good victim. You got to be careful what you say, because friends of Cathrine Day get hurt.”

The white haired girl picked up her bucket from the floor and walked away. The boy stood his ground looking at the girl in the classroom. She had finally stopped singing and cleaning. Slowly she turned around and grabbed her bag. Without thinking the boy backed away. The box fell to the floor, when he bumped the wall. The girl never seemed to slow down, but when she passed him their eyes met. Seconds passed as if they were hours. Her face was so beautiful. Heart shaped and with dark, brown eyes. Her face was like bathed in milk, only to be broken by the contrast of her small scarlet lips and big round eyes.

Afterwards when he described her to his football mates, he found that he couldn’t truly remember her face, but only the mixture of black and red on the white canvas she’d worn. She walked past him in two fast steps and walked down the same stairs as her haters. Not one sound escaped any of them, but he felt like her eyes told him something. It was like they promised him that the girl had told him the truth already. Danger was really just around the corner when being near this girl. But what did he care? He had already taking a strange affection for her. Was it love?


Give me an umbrella, I will throw it away.
It serves me not, where I’m going.
If you give me a flower, I will throw it away.
It serves me not, where I’m standing.
If you give me your very own heart, I will break it.
It serves me not, where I’m living.

All I want from you is hope for the future.
Hold faith in me and my way will be clear.
Give me a smile and send me away,
into the never ending field of summer.

Give me a pair of shoes, and I’ll walk the earth with them.
They will serve as my ground.
Give me a hat, and it’ll be as my only shadow.
It will serve as my head.
Give me a white dress, and I’ll stay forever yours.
This will serve as my complete form.

What am I, what am I?
I’m a field scarecrow.

Do you love me now?
Say do you love me now?
I’m ugly and made of hay.
Who could love me,
To the end of days?

Cathrine Day continued to sing, as soon as she was outside the main building. The weather was even hotter outside, but outside the birds sang by her side. She pulled the bag upon her shoulder as she walked around the school building towards the garden. Here she opened the Iron Gate, which closed the garden off from strangers. It was a tall gate made in dark, wrought iron. Like the rest of the school the gate was freshly polished and didn’t make a single squeak as it opened on its hinges. She walked on a brick path snaking through the garden, separating the living artistry with an invisible wall, making sure that the students didn’t stamp down the beautiful flowers.

It was no secret that Cathrine liked the garden. People talked about her and said that she could talk with the flowers there and that they would response to her voice only. As she sat on a bench near a pound and a tray of roses, she gazed around the garden. From here she could see the stage, set up for the graduating students. Chair upon chair was being placed, while pretty and colourful banners were being set up around the stage. The graduating ceremony was not only a place of saying goodbye, but also a place where people grew up. The student leaving the school could get almost any job, without having to make an effort at all. No further education needed, for some mysterious reason. Cathrine stared at it for a few second, before her vision was blocked.

“One day it will be you.” A tall figure took the light away as it moved in front of Cathrine. “Yes.” She replied not showing any delight.

The person in front of Cathrine was one of the graduating students, Mia West. She was considered a lucky punk. Before starting in school her and her brother was known troublemakers, but then the brother died. The case was closed and determined to be gang violence and the girl adopted by the police chief. It changed Mia a bit, but she was still quite troublesome. Mia created a school club, for people who seemed like outsiders and within a year it had quite the amount of members. The story said that Mia herself found the members and asked, or rather dragged, them to join in. They were from all years and from all school classes which meant Mia completely destroyed the school hierarchy. The members, who had started out lonely and unfriendly, had changed to be kind-hearted and fun loving.

The students in 2-A often wondered when Cathrine would get an invitation to the club. The boys even looked forward to it, since it would make her the perfect girlfriend. But a year and a half had passed and Mia was about the graduate, without Cathrine ever getting the invitation. Hope was dying, and yet all of the sudden Mia was talking to Cathrine. With a bittersweet smile Cathrine almost laughed of the irony. But the boys in class 2-A wouldn’t know about this conversation, because Cathrine would refuse the invitation. There wasn’t anything to change about her. Oh, she looked forward to see Mia’s face as she refused the offer.

“I want to talk to you, Cathrine Day.” The taller girl said with a smirk, and Cathrine found herself wondering what was off with the sentence, as Mia tended to speak sarcasm like a second language. Her hands were placed on her hips and her school uniform was a mess. The white shirt wasn’t tucked into the dark-stained blue skirt. The skirt was faded, but still the Prussian blue was good-looking on her. The blue school colours stood for ‘peasant’ or in a nicer word ‘ordinary’. The school colours ranged from red, to green and yellow, all sending a different message. Red was rich, green meant talented and yellow stood for crippled. Cathrine herself was wearing red.

“Then talk.” She met Mia’s blue eyes framed by a mess of brown hair.

“Not here!” the graduate student whined like a child. “Meet me behind the big willow in five minutes, I have to get something. Be there in five, and don’t be late. If you are, I’ll find somebody else to talk to.”

The dark-haired girl walked off, clearly not in any hurry. Cathrine Day then sat for nearly five minutes wondering what to do. Truth be spoken, she had never tried to be scary or unfriendly, but apparently she acted that way. Finding an explanation for her behaviour was a dead end, and she had come to accept it as it was. Strange, yet comforting.

Five minutes almost passed when Cathrine Day suddenly raised herself from the bench. She walked across the garden and suddenly broke into a run. Not being athletic she lost her breath even before she was halfway to the willow. She reached the huge tree, and stood in the shadow of the tree, Cathrine began to freeze so terribly, from the drying sweat on her back. Her eyes watered thinking that she might have lost her chance. She curled up and sat under the tree, with her hand around the knees. Lowering her bag and lying down the grass, she began wondering if it was a bad joke. Maybe it was just a senior student’s prank on a younger. Cathrine tried to make the sadness fade, but it had already taken its hold in her. It wasn’t long before she started to doze off. Laying under the grand tree it seemed so peaceful, making it even harder to keep her eyes open, and she drifted off.


When she woke again the sun was already low in the sky, and the bloody red of the sunset splashed over the sky. Beside her sat the older student, reading a blue book decorated with silver lines. Cathrine sat up fast, ears turning red from embarrassment.

“Don’t hurry, it is alright. I was terribly late and you fell asleep. You can rest assured that I would have done the same. Even on purpose. A nap would be great.” Mia said almost dreaming, putting the book away. Cathrine stood up.

“I thought that you had tricked me.” She said looking away, glad that her hair covered her, still warm, ears.

“I might have, but that is not important now. I really wanted to talk to you in person.”

“In person?”

Mia nodded once and continued. “People talk a lot, but I’m truly fascinated by you. You never seem to do anything, simply on the reasons that you are asked to. Every move is planned, pondered and outthought. It is, simply put, amazing. I envy your skill to avoid getting affected by others so easily.”

Mia never moved from her place under the tree, while she spoke

“All these words. You talk and talk, Mia West, but you never say what you want.”

The older student let out a little laugh. “I want you to take over my club. I noticed you in your first year here, and people came to me asked for help. They wanted me to change you, but the thing was you didn’t want to be saved. I realised that you are a leader not a member, in this case.”

Her hand dipped into a pocket, and Mia drew out a small silver key. Taking on a reddish hue in the last light of the day.

“Take it.” Mia pushed the key into Cathrine’s hand. Even though it looked warm, it felt cold. Mia walked off without any further information and left Cathrine with the key. The only thought in Cathrine’s head, pushing away everything else, was of the little key in her hand. The responsibility was hidden in the back of her mind.

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