The Ghost Of You

By JD01

Summary: 21 year-old Courtney and 23 year-old Jason are confined to their own little realm constructed by their plagued minds. Crazy events occur when star-crossed lovers are exiled to an asylum.

Title Credit: the song“The Ghost Of You” by My Chemical Romance

WARNING: This contains mature subjects

Author’s Note at bottom

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Jason walked solemnly through the unwholesomely empty corridors as he trailed his long silvery fingers on the flush surface of the whitewashed walls. Sombre shadows were casted upon the lacklustre immaculate white walls. Dark shadows that withheld unspeakable amount of evil, and silent cries of victims left unheard. Murky umbrae tattooed and scarred the walls of this mausoleum which was overwhelmed with damned corpses who were forever chained to the grips of Hell’s fiery blazes. This Hell gashed deep incisions in the decrepit hearts of the lifeless occupants of this prison, etching haunting images in their minds, corroding their dreams into nightmares. Nightmares were synonymous to reality in such a horrid place- his inescapable, undeniable reality. Jason lazily traced the smooth texture of the wall, lost in his own little world sculptured by his relentless mind that had lost all lucidity. His imposing footsteps echoed in the hollow corridors. An eerie feel surged in Jason’s spirit as he clasped his eyes shut. He knew that the eminent doors were just a few steps away. Jason could feel the putrid hot breath on the crook of his neck. Four years ago, feeling the warm venom trickling down his neck would have caused him to breakdown and whimper or cower in fear. Four years ago, his face would have been contorted in agony, withering with the drubbing misery and despair of it all. Four years ago. Now, Jason didn’t feel anymore. How could he? He was but a mere rueful cadaver. His dead soul had become numb. He was immune to emotion… or at least that was what he liked to believe. He weaved a web of lies in his mind to abscond from his reality. It was merely an illusion, for the pain would perpetually remain in the core of his being. But, Jason refused to acknowledge it. He mechanically shut his eyes. He was shutting down, eclipsing the perverted reality from his thoughts.

The man behind Jason shoved him powerfully against the lurid doors. He looked about the stark hallways to make sure no unwanted loiterer witnessed any informal behaviour. He jammed his forearm on Jason’s back, flattening his face against the cold, hard surface of the massive door. The orderly heftily shoved his index and middle finger into Jason’s rear. A cold sensation stabbed Jason’s heart as a series of shivers daggered his body. A repellent smirk plagued his face as Jason winced in pain. His face twisted with anguish. The caretaker’s blackened heart felt a surge of pleasure as he admired the fear he inflicted upon his inferiors. He could sense his control, power and authority emanate as he strutted confidently through this cemetery sweeping the room with a single glacial look and causing the limp ashen carcasses to cower with trepidation. He pushed his fingers in deeper as he forced his body onto his victim’s. He brushed his unearthly thin lips on Jason’s livid cheek, and kissed him softly. He could feel him tremble underneath his grip, subdued to his dominion. He was slowly breaking him, mentally and physically. This fact brought a sneer to his white lips.

“Be a good boy Morgan. You don’t want any trouble from me, now do you Pretty Boy?” he whispered in his gut-churning sly voice.

Jason tried to numb his mind as he brutally bit down on his lower lip to keep from bursting into hysterics or collapsing on the floor. The humiliation he was subjected to day after day, night after night robbed him of the very little dignity he had left, the very little self-worth he owned. He felt dirty and disgusting. He was an unworthy and ashamed monstrous being… what was he waiting for? The orderly should have killed him already, and put an end to his pathetic existence. But then again, death was far too good of a punishment for Jason. A crushing urge to vomit took over his fragile body. His teeth kept their staunch grip on his pink lips. He could taste the salty blood on his tongue, welling from his sturdy bite.

“Morgan! Answer the fucking question!” bellowed the orderly impatiently, as he slammed Jason’s face against the door with forceful vigor.

“Yes sir. I-I seek no trouble, sir” he weakly answered like a miserable child caught in a reprehensible act.

“Good boy,” sniggered the orderly, smirking as he petted Jason’s head as though rewarding a domestic animal. “I’ll come and get you once dinner will be ready.”

The orderly removed his icy fingers from Jason’s ass. He kissed Jason once more with his mephitic lips on the cheek and disengaged his grip on Jason. He simpered a toothy smile, exposing his tarred yellow teeth, induced by his smoking addicting.

Jason didn’t dare to look his predator in the eyes. He bent his head in the overweighing shame and proceeded to slowly open the saddling door. He hindered the orderly’s poisonous voice, burying every work that seeped from his virulent tongue and obscuring the battle of the voices raging within. He didn’t want to think about after, about being alone again with the caretaker assigned to him.

He stepped into the familiar room crowded with the familiar faceless and nameless people. The room was pretty placid, for no one dared to cause any disruption by fear of the staff’s wrath and repercussions. A few brave beings murmured quietly to themselves while the rest sat curled up, closed within themselves, trapped in their own fictional little world- a way for them to deal with their tragedy called life. They looked so pitiful, hugging and droning consoling words to themselves as silent tears rolled down their white cheeks devoid from colour. That’s what this place did; it sucked the life out of everything and everyone, leaving the world vacuum of joy. Joy. Happiness. It was almost sinful to even utter such words for these humble ghosts have forgotten their definitions. They have been kept in this dense obscurity for too long. The lamentable truth was that there was no light at the end of this tunnel. And so their doomed spirits were broken- broken beyond any hope of repair. Though if there was one thing these people knew was that the most pernicious way to commit mental suicide was to hold an iota of hope. Naïve newcomers came to this institution sanguine of the day they could finally be free. Never had there been a day as macabre as the day each and every one of those individuals come to the sorrowful realization that they had already been buried six feet under. There was no such thing as freedom on this accursed land. There was something about looking into those glazed eyes void of any thought or emotion that engendered such hatred and revulsion. They had lost the voice of their sanity. They were no longer innocent in a place so dismal, so impure, and tainted. Sanity and common sense were lost, only jaded haunting memories remained.

Jason walked into the room overwhelmed with these walking dead all dressed in grey drabs as their thin white lips trembled silently. Steel chairs and grey tables adorned the Leisure room. The left corner of the room was graced with a single grey sofa, with ripped fabric and that held an arcane thought-provoking deep red, almost crimson stain that strangely resembled that of blood.

Jason stopped. He could hear his heart pounding in his neck and feel the blood flow throw his begrimed veins. His hollow eyes remarkably glistened with life as he spotted what he had been looking for. A small smile graced his lips as he found her sitting elegantly on the sofa, preoccupied by her piece of literature. Dressed in a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, her pulpy pink lips moved rapidly as she read the passage in her book. Her wavy blond hair was secured in a loose ponytail. Strands of her golden hair snaked her face, giving her an almost wildly exotic look with her intent eyes glossed in concentration. Jason walked towards his gem and sat down in the seat next to Courtney. He studied her every move with his cold blue eyes as though she were the epitome of artistic masterpiece. He surveyed her as she gripped her book with her slender fingers. He cleared his throat to make his presence known. Courtney jumped, surprised, and finally looked up meeting his sapphire with her own tender icy blues. Her lips curved into a hearty smile as her unwholesome pale face glowed. She placed her book on the nearby table. And fool could tell that love bonded these two broken souls. A look of utter poise endowed her porcelain complexion. That’s what she was- a porcelain doll. She was just as fragile and easily broken by the burden of life. The same illusion of innocence casted upon her delicate features. An illusion because Courtney was far from innocent, trapped in a place where deception and betrayal were powerful allies of the mind. But in her eyes, Jason could get a glimpse of all her misery, of all her charcoal mental turmoil and it tugged his heartstrings, wrenching his weak spirit. He urged to hold her tight against his chest, to make all the pain go away. But he feared he might break her if he touched her for her emaciated limbs adorned with crimson kisses induced by her self-hatred might fall off. She looked so ill, yet there was this raw beauty emanating within her frangible aspect.

Jason placed his warm hand on Courtney’s thigh and gently caressed it lovingly.

Courtney was 21. She had attained a milestone in her life. It was a time for new beginnings. It was time to experience life with youthful eyes and to make life-altering decisions. It was time to life. But just like everyone else, she was confined in this tomb. She was just another forlorn corpse in this vacant cemetery visited by none. A forgotten soul. Out of sight, out of mind. They had all been exiled and crucified to this asylum by their own families that were convinced that love and care made them take such a decision.

It was bullshit. And everyone here, one day or another realized that their families didn’t condemn them to this doleful fate out of love. They wanted to rid themselves of burden. And so to not be overwhelmed with guilt, they told themselves that it was the right thing to do. But do not point an accusing finger to their families, for after all, who wants to be burdened with fucked-up beings? They were betrayed by the very ones who promised to never hurt them, the very ones who were supposed to protect them, to love them unconditionally.

Four years. Jason had nearly forgotten the honeysuckled voice of his mother, the way the sweet words dripped from her tongue. He had nearly forgotten the glint in his mother’s hazel eyes when her face radiated with a smile. Jason had forgotten why he had been sent here in the first place. He remembered when they placed him in the car. He remembered watching horror-struck as his mother cried on his father’s breast, refusing to look him in the eyes. He remembered the glacial accusing look his father harbored for him as though blaming him for his mother’s unhappiness, for her mental disarray. Jason remembered his heart tearing into two as he realized that his parents had abandoned him. They had given-up and lost all faith in him. He recalled screaming and banging his fists against the glass window, pleading to be set free, apologizing for being different. He remembered the feel of the salty tears sliding down his rosy cheeks as he told his mom that he never wanted to cause her pain, that he could change for her, that he could be normal for her. He remembered slumping in his seat, closing his eyes shut as the car drove away, out of the security of his home. He remembered desperately whispering to his mom that he loved her anyways… She never heard him. They were merely silent sounds thick with meaning lost in vacuum. Words that would never reach her.

“Missed me?” asked smugly Jason.

“Not at all,” Courtney shook her head as she smile mischievously, tapping her lower-lip with her left finger.

Jason removed his hand from her thigh at once and placed it on his rest where his heart nestled between his lungs beat rhythmically within his rib cage.

“Milady, you break my heart!” he exclaimed theatrically, expressing his mock hurt ostentatiously.

“Oh poo!” grinned Courtney, gh indifferent to his display of affection.

Jason smile faded.

“Take it back,” Jason said calmly, authority emanating from his intimidating voice.

“Never,” Courtney rebelled, sticking out her tongue provokingly.

“I’m warning you Courtney. Take. It. Back,” he threatened, his furrowed brows casting a dark shadow upon his face.

“Or else what?” asked Courtney defiantly, hands on her hip.

A devious smile had taken place on Jason’s face as he raised his eyebrows, a movement dense in insinuation.

“N-no, y-y-you wouldn’t dare!” she stuttered, her eyes wide with fear.

“Oh really?” he snickered.

Jason proceeded to hover over Courtney. He used his nimble fingers to start working his magic. Courtney, who was no match for an expert like Jason, writhed in fits of laughter as Jason tickled her. Few people started staring at the star-crossed lovers, but Courtney and Jason were immune to their severe scrutiny. Courtney pleaded mercifully for Jason to release her. But Jason was enjoying his control far too much. The feel of Courtney’s glorious curves underneath his fingers excited his sense. He needed to gather his thoughts before he lost his composure. Courtney fell back on the plush surface of the couch as Jason toppled over her, exhausted. Courtney, breathless from all the laughing, caressed Jason’s soft spiky brown hair as he lay on her body, his face on her breast. She enjoyed the feel of the weight of his body on hers. She could feel his comforting warmth on her. And if it were up to her, she would have him right then and there. But it wasn’t. Jason lifted his thorax from Courtney’s chest, trying desperately to ignore the warm feel of her curves and her sweet lavender scent, and to forget the excitement trying to erupt in his pants. He watched the love of his life on the couch, her face glowing with such love and pride. Oh, how lucky he was to have the epitome of beauty in his possession? He shouldn’t have even touched her. He might destroy her and taint her pure soul. He hated himself for being such a selfish asshole. He bent down and kissed her softly on her pulpy pink lips. The beast inside of him longed for her. He wanted her. Badly. He slipped his tongue easily for she didn’t put up much resistance.

Courtney reluctantly pushed Jason away. Am mixture of confusion and hurt became apparent on Jason’s face.

“Not here, not now,” she hushed lovingly placing a hand on Jason’s cheek. Her heart broke whenever he saw that agonized look on his face. After being abandoned by everyone he thought has loved him, Jason seldom attached himself to anyone. But when he did, he became possessive and insecure for his infirm heart couldn’t handle rejection.

“Right,” Jason sighed, clearly disappointed as he climbed off and let her sit up straight. “You know they’ll find out eventually when you start showing,” he nudged in direction of hr flat stomach.

Courtney looked down at her abdomen.

“We’ll find a way when the time comes,” she whispered confidently. She took Jason’s massive hand and secured it tightly on her stomach. Her face radiated at the prospect of carrying a part of him.

Jason’s eyes glistened with amorousness and pride.

“Read to us,” Courtney commanded, nudging towards the book.

“ ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’?” Jason laughed as he complied and grabbed the book from the metallic table.

Jason sat back down, as Courtney rested her head against his chest as he placed an arm around her. He found the page thanks to the bookmark.

He looked down at Courtney.

“I love you, Milady,” he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on her blond hair.

The orderly entered the room. He immediately spotted what he was looking for. A yellow teethed smile graced his face as he began to walk towards his direction. A fairly timid colleague stepped in the orderly’s way, which irritated him to no end for her despised being interrupted.

“His pregnant girlfriend. Poor thing had been brutally raped by some loan sharks. They had found her dismembered body in a dumpster nearby,” stated the orderly.

“And he lost it afterwards? How pitiful…” mumbled the colleague as he shook his head. He refused to remove himself from his way.

“Oh no worries. It’s time for me to ‘take care’ if him anyways. Now if you excuse me,” grinned the orderly as he absentmindedly placed his hand on his sex. He smirked exposing his uneven yellow teeth.

The colleague frowned slightly. He wanted to stop this creature from inflicting more pain on this poor being. An urge to vomit overwhelmed him. But then again, who was he to stop this inevitable act of evil? He was so weak himself. He had tried and failed.

“Just… close the door this time. I don’t want to hear his whimpers… It keeps me awake at night,” objected the colleague dejectedly.

The orderly nodded and went around the man to make his way to his patient.

Courtney looked up at Jason and smiled.

“I love you too.”

“Promise me, Court. Promise me, we’ll be together forever. The three of us,” he asked so innocently, it broke Courtney’s heart.

“I promise Jason. I’ll never leave you. Never.”

Jason’s face glowed with reassurance as he clasped his eyes shut. Though his soul was trapped in this Hell, no dark shadow could ever get him. Not when he was confined in the arms of his love…

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Author’s Note: Please read and review loves, it really motivates me. And always a big thanks to Julia. She always encourages me.