A Beautiful Lie

Beauty

2015, January 17th

"Macy, wake up.

wake.

up.

Macy."

I groaned. My eyes didn't want to open. It wouldn't allow me.

"Macy... Why did you kill him?"

The voice that's speaking to me. It's so sweet. So soothing.

"You love him"

His voice.

"He loved you too"

It's so nice. Listening to him.

"You didn't have to do this."

I feel something wet on my cheeks. Why is it wet? So wet.

"Why are you making yourself cry?"

What is he saying? He knows I don't love anyone. He knows I can't.

"Why are you forcing it?"

He knows. My feelings, my hideous heart, my burden. We share it.

"You know I don't love him."

My raspy voice shocked me. How long have I not spoken? My eyes finally cracked open, letting a few wet tears slip out. I looked at him.

Him.

Him.

Will.

His black eyes that always seem to suck me into the underworld.

He looked at me with those eyes again. The eyes that are telling me his doubtfulness.

"Stop," I whispered, looking away. He pretends he knows, but in reality, he doesn't know anything. Or at least not everything.

Will sighed, running a hand through his black hair that always fall into his eyes, "At least no one knows and the public seem to think that it's a rob murder."

I sat up and leaned forward, nuzzling my face into his neck. He placed his head on top of mine and breathed out loudly. His body that fits perfectly with mine. Oh, if only he knew.

He's the definition of beauty.

"Kids, come and eat breakfast," father yelled up.

Will wrapped his arms around me and pulled up, bringing my body up and much close to his. Pale to pale. Scarred to scarred. Does he know? How well we look together. How much I crave him. How much it hurts to know he is incapable of loving, just like me.

"Let's go, sister," he whispered into my ears.

We both stumbled down the stairs to where our father is, cooking eggs and bacon with an apron on. He's humming a melodic song while nodding to himself.

Father is a doctor. He saved us when we almost died. He didn't question and adopted us both when we most needed someone. Father is our savior, our hero.

And for that reason, we lied.

In this house and family, Will and I are nothing. We are Trevor and Mary DeFôrest. The siblings that were abandoned by their parents. We were kids who forgot all about our past and needed father to name and teach us all over again.

This life is a lie. Of course. We can never forget and move on.

After all, we killed our family to live.