Kasin's Real, I Promise
Author: Kassandra

Chapter 5
You ask too many questions, love.

I stare silently as the gorgeous boy calmly strokes Kobe. I feel a surprisingly powerful urge to smack his hand away, but I’m sure mine would go right through it. His hair is longish and dirty blonde, his eyes either every color of the spectrum at once or a completely different color altogether than any human has ever seen. I doubt Crayola will discover it any time soon.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment,” he murmurs with a literally breathtaking smirk. I still cannot find my voice. It was long gone the moment he… materialized in front of me. He laughs softly. “Well say something!”

I scrape up what is left of my voice and inform him that I have to pee.

I slowly back out of my room, staring at his amused expression as I gently close my door.

Then I dash into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and locking it. I tear off my glasses and whip the faucet on, violently splashing my face with water and the only coherent thought in my head being: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I stand with my head bowed over the sink, my breathing ragged and heavy. I look up into the mirror and stare into it. My steady brown eyes framed with thick black lashes. My smooth tan skin with freckles sprinkled about my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. My pleasant yet fear-stricken face hidden behind big thick glasses and masses of long dark brown curls.

Somehow, seeing my own face calms me down. I’m still here, I am me. I haven’t been transported to another universe. This isn’t Alice in -


I jump out of my skin when someone pounds on the door. “Rose! Get out of there, I have to shower and be at Dunkin Donuts in fifteen minutes!”

I sigh in relief. It’s just Jason, my brother. “Just a minute,” I reply, my voice still cracked and weak. A few more breaths.

More pounding. “C’mon Rose, hurry up! I’m going to be late for work!” I roll my eyes and open the door. Jason literally pushes me out and slams the door in my face. I walk slowly back to my room, closing my eyes as I enter, hoping that he won’t still be in there. I lean back on the door until it closes. I open my eyes.

Yeah. He’s still here.

“Now are you going to speak to me or just give me the silent treatment?”

“Who… who even are you? Where did you come from? Why are you here? Are you going to hurt me? How are you even… How did you-” He holds up a finger to shush me. I am shushed. “You ask too many questions, love. One at a time, please.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “Who are you?”

“Well that’s an easy one. My name’s-” there is a small hesitation, but only for a moment. He quickly says, “Kasin.”

 “I asked who you were, not your name,” I inform him quietly. He blinks once. I don’t think he has blinked this entire time. “I am your spirit guide.”

My lips form the words spirit guide. It feels so alien to them. “What the hell? Spirit guide? What does that even mean?”

“Go to sleep, Rose, you have school tomorrow. It’s best to get eight hours of sleep, and if you’re getting up at five thirty, then that’s exactly eight hours right there, so let’s go, the meter’s running, we’ll talk in the morning.”

“I don’t want to talk in the morning, I want answers now, dammit!”

Kasin smirks. “You’d better pipe down there, tiger; you’ll attract attention to yourself.”

“Rose, who are you talking to?” Helen asks from just outside my door. I panic and my brain kicks into overdrive. “Uhm, Cassidie,” I lie. Cassidie? My brain scolds me. Cassidie is your brilliant answer?

“You guys having an argument?” She sounds concerned.

I grimace. “Yeah, just a little spat. We’ll be fine though, just need to talk it out.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “Okay, well I’m going to go to bed soon so goodnight.”

“Night,” I answer her as I give Kasin a death glare.

He laughs and my glare becomes more deathly. “Listen, I don’t know why you’re here, or what you want, but-”

“Get changed and go to bed, Rose,” he orders again.  

I roll my eyes and begrudgingly grab a small tee shirt and a pair of my favorite flannel pajama pants as I reach for my doorknob until I remember that my brother is in the shower with the door locked. I turn back to Kasin. “Close your eyes or get out,” I command. He laughs and covers his eyes with a hand. I shed my blue Palmer High School hoodie and as I start lifting the bottom of my black shirt, I look over to see Kasin playfully peek. “CLOSED,” I scold. He covers his eyes again and smiles. I roll my eyes and swiftly finish changing.

“Okay. I’m finished,” I inform him. He takes his hand away from his eyes and muses, “I don’t know why you’re being so weird about this, Rose; I’ve been hanging around you for a while. You just haven’t been able to see me.” I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. “Oh,” is all I can say. “And I know everything about you, so just for future reference, lying may not be the best option.”

“What exactly do you know?” I question doubtfully. He cocks his head. “Well, I know that you take your left sock off in your sleep every night. Just the left one. I know that you eat ice cream with a fork. Your best friend’s name is James. Your favorite color is black, you watch Aladdin on VHS whenever you’re feeling down, your favorite bands are Skillet and Muse, you have one blood brother, a step brother, a step sister, and a half-sister, you own every Star Wars movie and you know every word to each, you count when you’re scared – that’s a big one, your favorite animal is a platypus because they break the rules of nature - you know, the whole poisonous, egg-laying mammal thing, and you…”

“Uhm, okay, I get it,” I interrupt him, my cheeks getting even warmer. Why am I such a nerd? I throw my clothes into my hamper and walk back over to my bed. I stand in front of it awkwardly.

“What?” Kasin asks.

“You’re in my bed…”
“So I am.”


“Oh, come on, don’t make this weird, Rose.”

“It’s a little late for that.”
“Don’t be a baby.”

“Ugh, fine, just… move over or something,” I growl, fed up with this… thing already.

Kasin scoots to the left and I crawl in next to him. I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. “I’m not sleeping until you tell me more.”

He shakes his head and reaches over me to turn off my lamp. My room plunges into darkness and I blink a couple times to get used to it. Kasin gently removes my glasses and places them on the nightstand next to my bed. “Go to sleep, Rose.” I drape my left arm over my eyes. I am hyper aware of his slow, even breathing; of his warm hand inches away from my ribs; of his entire being lying right next to me. A frightening thought occurs to me. 



“Can anyone else see you?”

“No, I’m your spirit guide, so only you can see me.”

“Okay, good.” I think if my mom came into my room at night and saw a boy in my bed she’d crucify me.



“Are you an angel?”

“No, sweetheart, I am not blessed with that honor.”

“Oh, okay.”

Silence. Then, “Kasin?”


“Are you going to hurt me?”

“Of course not, Rose, as your spirit guide, I love you with everything I have. I would never want to hurt you.”

Awkward. “Okay.”

“Now go to sleep.”

I sigh. More time passes. I move my arm from my eyes to my stomach. “Kasin? Let’s make a deal.”

He sighs.

“Hey, you say you know everything about me, so that must mean that you know very well how stubborn I am.”

Kasin sighs again and props himself up on his elbow. “Okay. What’s the deal?” I smile and prop myself up on my elbow so that we lay facing each other. “You answer my questions until I fall asleep, okay?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“You should know the answer to that.”

“Fine, what do you want to know?”

“Why are you here?”

“To guide you, duh?”

“Okay smart-ass, i need details. Guide me through what?”

"Do you really want to discuss your father right now?"

My cheeks redden and i stay silent. No i do not.

“Next question?”

“Uhm… are you… like… solid?”


“Well, like, if I touched you would my hand go right through?”

Kasin laughs. Why am I so damn amusing to him? “I am a tangible thing in this form, Rose. Go ahead.” I swallow and reach out a hand tentatively. I grab a handful of soft thick hair and Kasin flinches.

“Ouch!” he hisses. I grimace. “Sorry,” I whisper. My hand travels down his face. Soft, feathery eyelashes. Perfectly sculpted nose. Strong, well-defined jaw line. Kasin bites the side of my hand. I draw back quickly. “Ow! Kasin, what the hell?”

He laughs musically. “Then stop touching me, you dork.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but this is just weird to me. I just can’t believe you’re… like real, you know?” Kasin rumples my hair. “Yes, I understand.” I smack his hand away and turn onto my stomach, burying my face into my soft pillow. Kasin plays with my hair.

“Tired?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Almost. I have another question. What were you like when you were alive?” Kasin sighs, continuing to run his fingers through my hair. It tickles and my skin puckers into goose bumps. “I never was alive, Rose. I’m not a ghost.” My eyebrows pull together. “So if you’re not an angel, and you’re not a ghost… what else is there?” Kasin’s hand abruptly stops. I turn my face slightly. “What?” I question.

After a moment of silence, Kasin murmurs, barely above a whisper, “I’m a demon, Rose.”


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