It's all a lie. I'm a lie. You're a lie. Everything's a lie. Friendship is a lie...
It all started about a year ago, if my memory serves me well. It's been a while since i've been part of the mortal world. Sam and I were just walking around the lizzie borden axe murder house again. I remember my heart rate starting to pick up again. The emf meter that i was holding spiked to red and we could hear sirens blaring outside. We ran outside to see what was going on.
A fleet of police cars was parked in the street. My heart was beating even harder and my stomach dropped as i saw the army of policemen charging towards us with their pistols cocked.
"Put your hands where we can see them."
We raised our hands above our heads
"You, with the brunette hair, move aside, we don't need you. It's the blonde one that we need."
"Sam!" I yelled, fear lacing my voice. I sounded utterly pathetic.
"Just because we don't need you, doesn't mean that you have the right to speak. Shut up and get out the way."
Reluctantly, i stepped out of the way. All of the policemen had their guns pointed towards Sam's chest. He looked terrified and i could tell that he was on the verge of a panic attack.
"He's too dangerous to keep alive. Get him, Jones" he was obviously the chief. I couldn't believe my ears.
The sound pierced the silence and the bullet charged through the air. It sped towards Sam.
"Colby!"
The bullet punctured the skin. I fell to my knees as blood dripped down my chest and onto the floor. It was difficult to breathe and my chest felt heavy. Sam ran towards me and i collapsed in his arms.
"S-sam"
"Well, rather you than me. I didn't need you anyway."
I could feel the bullet lodge itself deep past my ribcage as my heart gave its final beats.
Sam dropped me on the ground and ran in the other direction. All i could feel was anger as the guy i had just taken a bullet for kicked me to the curb and ran away. He didn't care at all. He never had.
As i thought about it, everything had been for him; about him. Nothing about me. We always did what he wanted to do. We always went where he wanted to go. It was all about him. No one had cared about me. I was expected to just deal with it. I was expected to always act like the big brother guy who stuck up for everyone and protect everyone. But i never had anyone to look out for me and protect me.
And i had died, still in that role. No one actually caring that i was gone. It was all a façade; all fiction; all a lie.
It was all a lie.
Now here i am, trapped in the mortal world by a chain of lies and deceit. None of it had been real. I was a fool to think that Sam actually gave a fuck. He put up a fake face that gave the impression that he cared. In reality, he didn't give a damn. No one did and no one ever would. Not anymore.
Friendship is a lie.
My life was a lie.
Everything was a lie.
It was all a lie...
