Learn To Lie (BOOK TWO)

CHAPTER TEN- It Keeps Me From Falling Asleep (TACO'S PERSPECTIVE)

I yawned and watched as Mic made her way back to the couch. She had a soft smile on her face as if she'd gotten some good news. I cast her a quizzical glance and left it at that.
She picked me back up and laid me back on the couch. I nestled in her chest and drowsily smiled. Everything was perfect! It felt like the beginning of the summer again.
"Ahhh! Taco!" Mic had yelled. I'd rolled my eyes and gazed down at her. She was flailing in the knee-deep water and I'd laughed softly.
I'd reached my hand down to help her out of the water. Her eyes flashed with mischief before she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the water.
My eyes started to droop, but I didn't mind. I was safe. It didn't matter what my mind had said.
"Run as you might, I'll never stop chasing you. I've escaped. Nowhere is safe."
I knew I would always be a step ahead. I was okay. I was safe.
I quietly pulled out my phone and decided to scroll through today's news. Nothing much different— Judging this page was made by Test Tube, the information was overly technical. I skimmed a couple of articles and snuggled closer to Mic.
I fell asleep.
I was expecting a good dream. Instead..
I was in an almost endless abyss. I was falling. I decided that this WAS going to be a good dream.
I eventually hit the bottom of the abyss and laughed. "Ha! Your.. terrifying.. experiences haven't knocked me down yet!"
As I said that, Mic appeared. I sighed in content relief and went to hug her, but she moved away from me, glaring. I looked at her in confusion. "M-Mic?" I murmured, reaching for her. She stepped farther away. "How did I ever love you?" she spat at me. Tears stung my eyes as I backed away. "Mic, what're you talking about?"
She looked me up and down in destain. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, you vile brat."
"No! I'm not a.. I'm changing! I've changed!" I cried, falling to my knees. "I've changed!"
I looked up to see her smiling, a sadistic smile. I glared at her. "You're enjoying this."
She nodded, and I shook my head. "This isn't real, you're not real!" I shouted angrily. "You're not real!"
"I might not be real, but my feelings are."
I shot up, drenched in sweat. Mic looked down at me in confusion. "You good?"
The dream flashed through my memories. I looked down. "Yeah. I'm fine."
She nodded skeptically. "Okay. Get ready, we're going to the store in like, 20 minutes!"
I smiled and nodded as she left. I let my face fall when she was out of the room.
I rubbed my face in anger. "What, why, why?" I murmured in despair. I felt tears spring to my eyes and I wiped them away. I pulled out my phone and looked at my background— me and Mic on our first date. I smiled. She'd never leave, I was sure.
Wasn't I?-
I shook my horrible dream off and focused on getting ready. I entered our bedroom and entered the closet, getting down on my knees to sort through the laundry.
Soon enough I found a matching outfit and got up to go put it on. As I walked out of the closet, I tripped over a pile of clothes I'd formed while searching and fell face-first onto the floor.
"Ugh..." I groaned as I picked myself up. I rubbed my face and looked up.
Mic was standing in the doorway.
I smiled sheepishly at her. She rolled her eyes and helped me up before wrapping me in a tight hug.
"You good?" I asked her, returning the embrace.
"Yeah. Just wanted to hug you, since..." she trailed off.
I stepped away from her, giving her a look. "What're you... talking about?" I laughed nervously. "What were you gonna say?"
"You've been so down lately. I feel bad."
I sighed. "I'm fine, Mic. There's no need to worry about me."
She frowned. "Okay, I guess."
I walked past her and went straight to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. Once I was alone, I let out a few shakey breaths as tears choked me.
"God.." I murmured to myself. "I.."
I lowered myself to the floor, using the door as support. The dream was stuck in my mind on, seemingly, replay. I tried to get my mind to something else but no matter how much I tried it still seemed to stick in my thoughts.
I got out my phone and wrote a poem.

Get out of my head before I do what I know is best for you.
Get out of my head before I listen to everything he said to me.
Get out of my head before I show you how much I love you.
Get out of my head before I finish writing this poem.

But a poem is never actually finished.
It just stops moving.

My mind seemed to work on autopilot. I reviewed the poem and my mind seemed to clear; I wasn't crying anymore, at least. I sighed and wiped my eyes.
I was in the middle of getting dressed when I heard a knock on the door. I jolted and looked at it. "I'm in here!" I called.
Mic spoke. "Paper and Lightbulb been waiting for 5 minutes! Hurry up!"
My eyes widened and I hastily finished getting dressed.
I burst out of the bathroom and jogged to the living room. "I'm here!"
Paper and Lightbulb looked at my outfit amusingly. Mic smiled and I walked up to her to stand by her side.
"Did someone get up late?" Lightbulb giggled, smiling jokingly at me. I stared at her in mock offense. "This is my best outfit," I scoffed. "How dare you insult me in this way."
Paper and Mic laughed at our banter and Mic got our keys out. We walked out of the apartment and started down the hallway.
Pak!
Was that a gunshot?

i used sayori's poem because im terrible at writing poems lmao