I wish that I could look you in the eyes and tell you that I’m okay. I wish that it would be the truth. But at this point, my whole life is a web of useless lies, so I look at the ground and deceive, “I’m good. You?”1
“Same. Hey, look, I’ll see you later, okay? I’ve gotta go.” I waved as you walked away from me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was as easy as it looked. Could you walk away from someone dying so carefreely? Have you no conscience? No, you had a conscience. I know this because you are the same guy who apologized to your mortal enemy, offered a hand to him when no one else would.2
So this leaves me with two options, either:3
1) You fell for my lie, or4
2) You don’t even care.5
Definitely going with the former, what’s one more lie in the web of deception?6
Just as you reach the door, and I feel the cool rush of air, you turn around to face me again. “Are you sure?”7
Aaaand the conscience kicks in. God, you’re so sweet; but I don’t want your pity. I don’t want you to suddenly care to ease the guilt. I don’t want this to be just so that you can sleep tonight without wondering if you’ll wake up in the morning and I’ll be dead- because you never tried.8
“Yeah, I’m sure.” This time I can look you in the eyes, because there are millions of things I’m sure of.9
You judge my face for sincerity and must decide I am telling the truth, because you smile one last time before you disappear through the door. 10
When I hear the door click shut behind you, I am sure that that’s the worst sound I have ever heard. I am sure that your hair is the exact same shade of brown as the couch in my living room. I am positive that those cobalt eyes are the most beautiful thing on this godforsaken planet.11
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If there is one thing I learned from my mother, it is the art of lying and getting away with it.13
I could be caught gazing at the blue sky and convince you that it’s really green. I could tape wings to a hog and prove to you that pigs can fly. I could make you believe that Paris Hilton is actually a genius. I’m that good. 14
And that is exactly why by the end of this, you are going to believe beyond a reasonable doubt that I did not commit the murder of Ashlee Thompson. Infact, while I’m cocky, you will believe that I had nothing to do with it.15
Author notes
There ARE other parts to this.
Stop asking.
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Good.
Nice start. This'll be an interesting story to read.
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Thank you for the read and the comment. :]
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I like the way you wrote this story.owh,try to finish this story.I cant guess what will happen next,coz the ending of this particular piece is already twisted one.'you' murderd someone? I really am interested to find out later what happen to 'you' and 'I'.
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Thanks, hun :]
Parts 1 and two of Chapter One, as well as Chapter two are posted.
-Ash-
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awesome.
nicely written. little or no mistakes. (none i could see) this was very good. seriously tell me when u write the next part.
and also, you had me thinking that she was a victim and she was hurt or somthing. but by the end you are suppose to see that she really isnt a victim......right??
haha anyways...goodjob
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Mhm.
Thank You for commenting, hun.
And actually, Parts one and two to chapter one are already written and posted :]
-Ash-
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GREAT!!!
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Erm.
Thanks :]
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I would love to see this become a book. It's left me with a lot of questions. But, if you don't mind my asking, what do you mean by you are running out of time? I could be wrong in my perception of that statement, but it frightened me a little when I read it.
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Oh.
I didn't mean it that way, but I suppose I can see how you would percieve at as I don't have much time left in the world.
That's not what I meant.
I've just been busy with school :]
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