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 ...


4. Candle

Cathrine scratched her arm, trying to make the winter uniform more comfortable to wear. The red fabric seemed to insist on making her skin itch like she had fleas. She stopped and stared out the giant window on the schools second floor. She had somewhere to go, but she’d rather avoid it. For the first time she could remember, Cathrine Day was scared. The little silver key was burning in her pocket, and she gently touched it as she looked out the window. Outside the barrier the window created, the wind was blowing strongly, flinging leaves around. They were all without a destination, unlike Cathrine.

The summer had gone quickly and now winter was over them again. A bell rang and the classroom doors opened. Students stormed outside, happy and free. Loud laughter faded when they saw Cathrine. One by one they bowed for her, before hurrying away. Even the teacher made an extra notice of her appearance. She wondered why. Nothing had changed about her. Her hair was still the same long chestnut coloured curls. Her eyes were still dark. Could it be that key? Did a key really change people that much?

Cathrine looked out the window at the landscape one last time. She wished she was a leaf. Their life seemed ever so easy; grow up, fall off and follow the wind. Her footsteps were like echoes in the halls, as she passed through them. People around her made more noise, but the noise seemed as weak like the wind behind glass, to Cathrine it was merely background noise. Finally after what seemed like ages, she reached the door to her fate. A deep breath and a clear mind was all she needed before she lifted her head, straightened her shoulders and opened the door. The brass sign next to the door wrote ‘Club Room’, nothing more, nothing less. Peeking inside she saw that there was nobody and nothing there but herself, a table, stacked chairs, a row of bookcases, and framed pictures. Lots of framed pictures. All around the room the walls was decorated by framed photographs, drawings and even paintings. In the corner of the room there was a large thing, covered in a white blanket. At first the thing looked like a ghost, since the light was dim. The only window in the room was covered by a thick curtain. She walked into the room and sat down.

On the table laid the blue book, with silver on the binding. Beautiful and lonely. Slowly Cathrine let her fingers run over the surface of the book, feeling the smooth and cold cover. It wasn’t leather as she first had thought but a material more like lays of silk. She opened the book, almost awaiting a message from the former owner, Mia, but sadly, it was empty and blank. It hit her that she had expected there to be some kind of words, Mia was reading it, right? No one could possibly read an unwritten book. A sudden knock on the door made Cathrine jump in the chair.

“Come in.” She said, at once realising that she was talking too low to be heard from the outside of the door. “Come in!” She spoke again, this time loud and clear. The door swung up, and a revealed boy stood outside. His face seemed familiar, but nothing really came to her mind. She had seen about all the students attending the school once, so the feeling of knowing someone, whilst not knowing them came easy to her, but the blue hem on his shirt were obvious, he was from the blue house.

“Hello, you must be Cathrine.” The boy didn’t walk into the room, but stood in the doorway. Under his arm he carried a small shoebox.

“I am.” Cathrine gave a slight smile, closed the book and nodded.

“Um, may I enter?” The boy made a pointy movement with the arm holding the box. Cathrine thought he spoke in an odd formal manner, but replied in the same tone.

“You may enter. I see no reason as not to let you, there isn’t anybody else here anyway.” Cathrine moved another chair out, bidding her guest to sit and he did. They sat in silence till she decided to break it.

“What is your name?”

“Joe. I’m Joe Andrews. I came because the other won’t.”

“The others?”

“The former members of the club.” The boy explained. “It’s up to you to decide the members of the club, so they are waiting for you to come to them.” She let out a sigh. This was exactly the kind of thing she did not want to do. Finding people and judging them.

“I thought that you might want a list over old members, so I came here with it.”

The boy pushed the shoebox across the table and into the hands of Cathrine.

“I don’t know what to do.” She mumbled so low she didn’t think he would hear her. Apparently her face must’ve given her away, and the boy asked if she needed help, as he reached over the table to take the box back. Before his hands could even touch it she pulled the shoebox away. He sat back in his chair with a sly smile on his lips.

“Of course not, I just need to think.”

“Okay then.” He shrugged, and the room fell back in silence. She let out another sigh and gave up. The box made an annoying sound as it was pushed back to the boy, who graciously accepted it and took off the lid. The box was nearly filled with student ID’s. He emptied the content onto the table, and started sorting them out by some system unknown to Cathrine. She was quick to catch on though, but it did take time to create the overview they needed. The tags were sorted by the colour of house, after which year the student was at the school and which class.

 “Wait; there aren’t any first year students here.” Cathrine noticed, moving around the table. There weren’t many second year students either, but she did recognize a couple of faces. Running her fingers over the picture of a second year student with long golden hair that reminded her of fields with wavy golden corn, she looked up to meet the boys blue eyes.

“You forget that we’re in the third year now. It is now your job to decide which of the new students have the potential needed.”

Cathrine sank back in the chair, and huffed out a lungful of air. A screeching sound cut through the air as the boy, Joe, pushed the chair out from under him, and looked like he was about to leave, but she cut him off with a question.

“What should I be looking for?” she asked. Joe shrugged, and smiled as he looked away. A picture caught his eye, and he walked over to it, taking a closer look.

“Look at this, these pictures seems so… lively. Can’t you just imagine these people, laughing and talking?” He turned his head to look at Cathrine, and gave an angelic smile. In the dusty room he seemed like a prince on an adventure, and a ray of sunlight cut through the glass of the single window in the room, splashing one side of his face in light, and another in darkness. Cathrine walked over the floor to stand beside him in front of a little framed picture. It looked like an average group photo. Finding his curiosity odd and a bit out of place.

“Have you ever been in here before?” The boy didn’t answer, his face expressionless, and pointed to a girl on the picture instead. “She died recently.”

Cathrine looked at the girl trapped under the thin glass and the frame. She was the only one sitting in the picture. Beside her Mia stood, in a way very close to the girl, who was holding hands with a boy with glasses. She seemed so alive, Cathrine found it hard to picture her lifeless body.

“You aren’t really a member of the club, are you?” Cathrine gazed at his face again for a short second, before her eyes came back to the photograph. Still he wore the mask of cooled indifference. “I’m not.”

“Why are you here then? Helping me and all?” Silence filled the room until he gestured to the table. “Come, let’s sit down and go through the candidates.”

The boy pulled out her chair for her, and then sat down on his own. Without trying to force him to spill his secrets, she went back to the table and sat down on the chair.

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