You may not know this about me, but I have ORD: Obsessive Repeat Disorder. It really doesn’t affect my life too much, but it probably irritates the hell out of those around me. Mostly, I keep it to myself, but sometimes it leaks out of the little bubble I live in while I’m writing. I don’t apologize for it, it’s not something I feel like I have a lot of control of, because when a song feels right, it just needs to be heard… over and over and over again. Am I right?
So, this is the latest repeat malfunction in my life. Drop Dead Cynical by Amaranthe.
It’s so fitting for Angel Of Fate right now. Cassie’s dealing with Caleb, and you all know how much he can get under the skin and just keep digging, like a sharp piece of glass stuck . The video is perfect for their back and forth banter. Here’s a glimpse:
“We’re home,” Caleb said, still straddled over me. “Well, close.”
I closed my eyes. Definitely a nightmare. A living, breathing one.
“Come now, Sweetheart. Don’t be like that.”
“Don’t call me that.”
He laughed as he moved from me and the bed.
I opened my eyes again. Torch sconces dimly lit the room we were in, dancing light over the stone walls that surrounded us, as far as I could see. An old, dank smell permeated the air, like that of an old, ancient castle.
The scenery was much the same as the last place we’d been, but the vibes here fell over me like a dark, weighted blanket. I wanted to be repelled by it, but much to my disgust, it gave me a strange, comforting feeling, like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. It made me think of the melodious voice I heard, or I thought I heard when we first got here — inviting, welcoming me.
I shook my head to rid myself of the traitorous thoughts.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Caleb asked. He was studying my face, as if he could read my thoughts.
“I feel a lot of things right now, Caleb — hatred, repulsion, rage. But you know what I feel the most? Bloodthirsty,” I sneered.
One of his eyebrows lifted as a smug look came over his face. “Good. I knew you’d be the perfect Queen.”
“You’re delusional. I am not your Queen, and I never will be. Do whatever you want to me. I’ve already been through worse than you could ever dream up. You’re nothing but a flunky devil wannabe.”
“Be careful, Cassie.”
“Oh, please. I was tortured for months by Nergal, someone much more powerful than you.”
A searing pain shot through my head, like a knife slicing through my brain. I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out in pain. Shit! Where’d he learn to do that?
“Are you sure of that? I’ve got much more I wouldn’t mind showing you. You could take notes and we could compare.”
Another blast of pain erupted under my skull, and I swear my eyeballs bulged out of their sockets from it.
“Are you ready to be a good girl?”
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So, what about you guys? Any of you have ORD? What’s your repeat malfunction right now?
Catch ya later!