stories.

short story two.

2.

the lies that became true

My name is Malissa, Lissa for short. I'm no longer in denial, because i'm a compulsive liar. There i said it; however it won't change anything. It won't change the fact that my life has spun upside down multiple times and twisted beyond repair. I've broken family members bones, possibly even killed a few without even laying a hand on them. I wish i was lying to you right now, but even then it wouldn't help.

You see, i'm a compulsive liar, i love lying and i love when people believe my make belief phrase over anyone else. It's the adrenaline rush that really gets me going, sometimes i don't even know i'm doing it until the deed is already done. White lie after white lie, the mess i had made and the other people  couldn't have suspected it. I was tangled in my own lies and i loved it. I loved having to rehearse lines and being able to tell them with a straight face. The mask i wore was different for every person i had talked to. Lies ranging from small to extreme. Lies like "Oh my socks are matching." to "My brother murdered my mother and he escaped prison." I would tell anyone anything that popped in my head, family members to the homeless on the streets. It was addictive and so secretive that no one would know.

At first it started small, my lies became coincidences. It started when i told my mother that i 'didn't' go to a party and that i was at my friends. The next day when i was telling people about the party they couldn't remember me there, and the pictures and videos i had; well they no longer existed as if they just disappeared. I brushed it off as no one remembered because everyone was drunk. The next lie was worse, i had told my teacher that i couldn't finish my assignment because i was visiting my grandma who 'had' cancer at the hospital. Later that day i got a call announcing my grandmother dead from the supposedly 6 year cancer that had grown tumours in her brain and couldn't possibly be removed. That morning i had swung by my grandma's place where she gave me cookies, she was healthy. i cried later believing it was my fault. How could such lies become coincidences?

Every lie after that became the truth. I was a compulsive liar with a dangerous mouth. i had gained riches, boyfriends and even became part royalty all because a sweet little white lie. I was unstoppable, what had happened to me had become a blessing. My grandmother passing away was only a bump in the road. The words that fell out of my mouth was fate, whatever i said became true.

The only problem was with every lie it was harder to think of the next, as if my brains ideas were drying up each and every time i lied.

i had been blinded by the lies before i noticed that i had no one left. No family, no friends and no one i actually knew before i started lying.

The lies became a tangled nest in a black widows web, and i was the fly, but somehow was able to make the webs altered, different and ultimately worse.

I was not who i remembered, nothing i had known now made any sense. i was alone and scared. If only i had realized this could all be avoided if i just told the truth. Now there is no one else to tell the truth to, not even myself because i couldn't remember any truths anymore.