Chapter 9: Black Rose

Black Rose, if your wondering what the title stands for, is for the last thing that me and David shared before we got into that argument. I don't want to reflect on the night, that first chapter if you remember, I had said I wish I had a rose. It's me and David's thing.

I'm not moving anywhere fast, you know. Because I'm still in this bed, rotting here getting sicker and sicker by the days. I don't know if it's mental or physical or both, but whatever, I'm still not moving fast.

The room is black, I shut off the lights, my mind is spinning with all kinds of nasty thoughts right now. I can almost taste the blood in my mouth now, the remains of the last kiss me and David had had together, my body aches again.

"Elliot, you know, sometimes I wonder about you. I swear, I have to keep a watch on you like a mother or something" Frizzy red hair pokes through the ends of her hat, his warm brown eyes staring at me in a scolding manner, but a shirt that says "Pet Me Here" Makes me smile, knowing that my little Camille is here. She pets my hair softly, making an almost puring sound. " But I know you can't help it, I know we can't help it, it's who we are"

I slowly groan, Camille, for those of you who are confused at the moment, is a friend that I made here during one of my many black outs, she has some type of delousional syndrome, we don't get into speficis here, and sometimes she comes in while I'm asleep to watch over me like some twisted angel. I don't mind, she says that "They" told her to watch over me, and she has become a sort of sister since then.

"They" Meaning the voices, she has them too.

Problem: She says that we've known each other before, in past life, and that we were husband and wife of some royal empire. She's crazier then me, of course, so I go along.

" Don't be mad at me when you burn in hell" My dad said softly, holding his hand at my face and holding me steadly to the ground. I bit back bitter tears and looked him into the eyes, slowly, dragging up from button to button…

"Elliot, you know…"

Button…

"I just wanted you to know…"

Collar…

"Look me in the eye!" He demaned and my head snapped up quickly to his dark eyes, filled with emptiness and despair. I glanced away again, I couldn't look at him, I didn't want to become him.

"If you're going to hit me, do it then" I said softly." If you're going to beat me then do it. If you're going to slap me then do it…don't spurn me though, just because of my own religious tendencies or who I kiss. Where I kiss. What I do. And don't you dare even try and bring god into this…dad…because last time I fucking checked, you weren't on the waiting list to get into heaven either."

He stood there blankly, he was beyond drunk. He just stood there, like some sort of…I don't even know…he slurred slightly, his eyes flickering. It was almost as If we were in a duel to see who could snap out of our trances first.

"Hit me, dad" I demanded.

He wavered a little bit.

"I said, fucking hit me dad…"

He looked at me in the eyes…it broke my heart…

"Hit…me…dad…please?" I pleaded. I took his hand and make him slap me weakly." Hit me…"

When he didn't hit me I think that's where it all started.

Camille was a very smart girl apparently, before she got in here, top of her class, a very special student. Honor roll and all. So then I started to wonder, maybe I can get out of here.

And then I looked at her, and her obsessive eyes, and lush lips and groaned, because she was more out of it than I was.

So I closed my eyes and went to sleep again.

When I woke up Ollie was sitting there, watching me as usual, which became a sort of habit that he had fallen into lately. Which annoyed the shit out of me because it's was creppy when you think about it, plus, I already had Ellie and Camille doing that.

I wish everybody would leave me the fuck alone.

But as always, there he was, scribbling away, what ever the fuck he writes in there I'll never know , before he finally nocited I was awake and smiled at me.

Well, fuck you Ollie, fuck you and your sweet smile.

"Sleep well?" He asked gently.

"No" I moaned, sitting up.

But…I couldn't.

"Why Ollie, I didn't know you were into S&M" I said with a wry smile. The ropes around my arms were a little snug, but if I maneuvered around I'm sure I could wiggle free.

"You're quite the slasher" Ollie said with a shrug," And we don't want you cutting up that pretty little face of yours"

"And who is this 'we' that you speak of? Is there some sort of head boss behind all of this, the master puppeteer?" I asked, blinking a little," The big cheese, the main piece of bacon, the familiar asset? The healthy cereal in the breakfast that you all creat-?"

He cut me off," Yes, there is, now stop rambling"

"Fine, master" I shifted down into the covers and closed my eyes," Manupliate me in your evil ways, I am at your service"

" Sarcasm won't get you anywhere" Ollie said, some what pissed.

Like I gave a fuck.

"It got me a few laughs at the whore house down the block from my house, the tranny's loved me"

"See the problem with crazy smart asses like you is that you have no inner saying of what's good and what-"

"Fuck you" I said, sitting up, or at least as high as up was for me," I know the difference between right and wrong, good and bad. You see, because what's good would be me and David happily living some where, somewhere where we could be free instead of me being in this shitty excuse for a hospital and him rotting in some ground, all because of me. What's good would be if Marco actually paid attention to me instead of being with that cunt, poor excuse for a boy friend, date raping, boy stealing, blonde deity. What's good would be if I didn't have more medication than fucking Ozzy Osbourne and what's good is if I wasn't alive right now" I took a breath as he opened his mouth. "I wasn't done, so fuck you, I know the difference from good and bad you badly played 22 year asshole"

"Great, I'm glad you could open up in our first session so easily" He wrote something down on the paper," Anything else you'd like to express?" He had the smug smile on his face.

"You tricked me?" I moaned out.

"See, you're not that smart after all" He smiled.

"I loath you" I sneered out, trying to get free.

"Oh! You're adorable when you're violent" Ollie said with a twinkle of his fingers before walking out the room," Oh, someone was here to see you, they left something"

"I don't like you"

"I'll leave it right here, on the night stand, let's see if you can reach it" Ollie smirked as he placed a card on the table, walked out the room and turned off the lights." Good morning, Elliot"

"Fuck you and your good night's " I called as he closed the door.

Damn him, I mean it.

But hey, he knows I can break out.

So when he sees me hovering over him one night, he better not be surprised.

I glance over at the card. It was my name in this dark type brooding lettering, a slant cursive with crooked curls and ink blotches, I kind of like the way it's in disarray, since it seems to fit me so well, so I simply reach my fingers through the restraints and pull it onto my sides.

Actually, owww…

I rolled over a bit, to see something shiny on the end of my bed.

I reach down and pull it from my side….

What the fuck is a needle doing there?

Maybe Ollie is into S&M.

But I'll speculate about his gender preferation later, I need to read this card. I flip open the top of the envelope and slide my nail across it, this is taking forever. I pull out a off-white colored paper and see my name scratched out in loopy crooked slanted red lettering. It kinda scares me, cause it looks like blood, but whatever, let's see what's inside.

Dear Elliot,

I know things are hard and things are strained, but remember, things are not what you see. Trust no one. And soon I'll be here to set you free, just look for the light.

I put the paper down. What the hell is this? Look for the light? Who is this? I scan the letter over again, but I still have no clue who it is. Damn, my life just got a bit more interesting.