Don't Lie to Me

Chapter 2

~Mikhail~

Any idea can be planted into someone’s mind. Opinions are originated from what people hear. If they hear something they don’t want, that still takes a place in someone’s mind, whether it’s a good one or bad one, it will be decided through time. Many people know this subconsciously and use it without realizing what they have the power of. We call these people our presidents, or our heroes, the people who lead us through our life. None of them know just how powerful they are, and just how much they can accomplish. The ones who do figure this out don’t live long to share it, drunk on their power.

I knew this since the very beginning. I could tell what words made a difference to people and what words would just pass through their mind, not taking a place in their thought process. I was wary though. I didn’t know what this meant, and I didn’t know how to use it. I knew that if I did something wrong, I couldn’t take it back.

Everyone found me I was fascinating. They said that I was the sweetest kid they had ever met. I knew that they were just seeing the mirage I showed them. They were blinded by my words. I wasn’t nice. I was a snake. And it scared me. I could slither into anyone’s mind and strike at any moment, poisoning their minds. I was scared of my power. And I hid. I didn’t talk to anyone.

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“Don’t push me! I can take it myself!”

I glanced across the street and stopped to watch two teenage boys try to drag a large piece of wood across the street. The bigger one was pushing aside his brother, trying to convince him that he could take it himself. The younger one was infuriated. He hated when his brother pushed him away, refusing to believe that he was good for something. He knew that he couldn’t carry it by himself, so he just sat and watched as his brother struggled.

Let him do it. Let him help you.

The taller one looked up suddenly, glancing around wildly. He had a frantic look in his eye. His brother glanced up at him, confusing tilting his brows.

“Who’s there? Who said that?”

The smaller boy laughed nervously.

“What are you talking about? It’s just you and me bro, chill out.”

But his brother didn’t call down. He dropped the wood with a bang and shook his head frantically.

“No. I heard something. Someone….someone…”

His brother got up worriedly grabbing the boy’s shoulders and pulling him away from the street.

“Lets go home bro, forget about the wood.”

“But I…but I…”

They walked away slowly, step by step. I watched them leave.

What was wrong with me?

~Elle~

That voice. I had heard it somewhere. It was a whisper, a ghost of something from a dream. I couldn’t remember where I had heard it before. It was in my mind, stuck there, but hidden, refusing to come out. I knew I couldn’t find the answer, so I left it there, to torture that part of my brain. I knew I would find it sometime.

The voices were back, slowly reoccurring minutes after that one voice. I knew they would, and I wasn’t disappointed when they came back. That voice had terrified me. I didn’t understand the silence in my mind and it scared me. I welcomed the whispers again, accepting them as my normality. I didn’t expect anything else, and I hoped that they wouldn’t disappear again, leaving me alone. Or alone with that voice.

That voice.

It was repeating itself over and over in my mind, melting into parts of others lies. It wasn't a lie. It wasn't a statement. How did I hear that? I didn't think it, I cold tell it was someone else's thought, digging itself ino my brain and eliminating all others. I could tell it wasn't an accident. Whoever that was had power, and they wanted something from me.