Into the Mirror (standard:other, 1332 words)
Author: Thor	Added: Mar 28 2001	Views/Reads: 3674/2352	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
All right, the title isn't very good, but this is a *finished* story, the continuation of the untitled story I had posted here a while ago...

I’m keeping a diary. It’s on my wall and nobody can read it except for
me. Well, Khai can read it too. I love Khai. I really do. People talk 
about love and they don’t mean what they say. When they say they love 
something, it’s just another word, but I really love something, I love 
Khai. He’s my best friend. I can’t always see him, but he’s always here 
and he always talks to me, even when nobody else does. He doesn’t like 
to talk to other people though, he just talks to me. 

I met him a month ago exactly. Khai, I mean. He was here in my room when
I came home from school, and I sat and talked to him instead of doing 
my homework. I don’t have to do my homework anymore, I just talk to 
Khai, he tells me everything I need to know. Khai says you should 
leave, that I shouldn’t talk to you, but I don’t believe him. Sometimes 
he plays tricks on me. Like one time he went away for a week without 
telling me, but I got back at him for that: I just went back to doing 
my homework and talking to my other friends until he came back. I made 
him beg to talk to me. That’s probably the only time I’ve punished him, 
but he punishes me sometimes too. That’s okay, I love Khai. He’s nice 
to me usually. 

He tells me to wear braids in my hair. Khai says they mean I’m still a
virgin, because I am. Two tiny braids and one larger one. Khai likes my 
hair. He likes to touch it, and tells me how nice it is, and how much 
he likes blond hair. He has blond hair too, longer than mine. I... 

Hello Khai. You’re behind me, aren’t you? 

Khai’s chair is in the corner, it’s red. It doesn’t match my walls. My
walls are blue. Khai doesn’t like blue, but I do. My diary is on my 
walls. It’s in code. I wrote it in red because Khai likes red. He wears 
red a lot. He’s wearing a red cassock right now. And a red ribbon in 
his hair. Its not a girly ribbon, its a Khai ribbon, it keeps the hair 
out of his face, especially when he’s looking down at me. He’s tall. 
Khai’s always looking down at me. But he’s sitting in his chair and 
looking thoughtful. He does that a lot. He wants to talk to me, but he 
wants you to leave. No, don’t leave. Stay here. You’re nice. Khai 
doesn’t let me tell him things, he tells me things, he teaches me 
things. 

Can you read what’s on my walls? It’s okay if you can. I wish Khai
couldn’t read my diary. He can. He knows things about me. I hate Khai, 
but he knows things. He tells me things. He knew you would come. He 
doesn’t like you, but he knew you’d come. Khai knows everything. I love 
Khai. 

I wish Khai wanted to talk right now, he tells stories. I like his
stories. He looks like a priest when he tells me stories, a priest with 
a red ribbon in his hair. A demon priest with blond hair that shines 
when he moves into the light. he doesn’t like light very much, that’s 
why the curtains are always drawn and his chair is in the darkest 
corner. He sits for hours in his chair and tells me stories. but you 
know that already, didn’t you? I know you do. He told me about you 
once. You sit and watch me from that house over there. You can see 
through my curtains. Khai told me that. 

You know about me too. But Khai can take all of your knowledge away from
you. Khai, don’t. Why do you always force me to say things like that? 
You told me before I could trust this person! Khai! No, I don’t want to 
do it. No! I hate you! Go away! I can’t hear you! La-la-la-la-la! No! I 
don’t want to! I... 

Khai? My head hurts. I hate it when you do that. Oh, it’s bloody. I’ve
bloodied my head, you see what you’ve made me do? Yes, I know. It is a 
just punishment. 

Dona eis requiem. Khai is my ruler. To Him I am devoted. Him I love and
Him I fear. He who teaches the ways of the world is far wiser than my 
useless self. I give myself to him in hopes of salvation from the 
world. 

I love Khai. He knows everything. I don’t know why I rebel. I shouldn’t.
I love Khai. And you, you know things about me. Go away. I don’t like 
you. Leave me and Khai alone. Leave me alone! Go away! Khai will drive 
you away if I cannot! Leave! 



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