Running From Truth
"Listen Myra, it's probably not even true... I mean you blacked out and collapsed to the floor right after you said it, you were just talking baloney." He stutters never looking me in the eyes.
"Looks like you're trying to convince yourself more than actually acknowledge the truth." I say making sure he looked me in the eyes. Elvis Presley's 'Jail House Rock' begins playing throughout the house. Azar begins taping his foot to the beat, I stamp on it.
"Ow! Jesus Myra! What was that for?" He shouts.
"Tell me what I said! God Dammit!" I shout at him, tears burn down my cheeks. Frustrated, angry tears that I can't prevent from falling. Tears that hold meaning, humanity and sane.
"Come here." Azar says giving me a big hug.
"I miss them, I miss everyone. I miss the life that we all used to have. I miss everything. I miss being innocent and not having the hanging weight of everyone's life and trying not to let a freak get enough power to do God knows what. I miss my sister!" I scream into him. More tears stain his shirt.
"It's not your fault." He says.
"Yes! Yes it is! Dad told us not to stay close to anyone! He warned us about this! I ignored him and look where we are! Azar look! Don't you miss not having people on your back constantly?" I ask him. He tightens his grip on me, he leans down to my ear and whispers, "you saved me Myra."
My breath hitches, I didn't save anyone. I killed people, but I brought this life onto me, it's the family business I could never escape it. But my friends never deserved this, if anything I killed them. We're all dead people walking.
"Myra stop thinking! Stop it! Just listen." He tells me while practically carrying me to my bed.
"Look, I was working with Age or Sven or whatever you call them." He lifts my head to make sure I'm looking at him.
"They were going to kill me anyway, which is why I was working in the hospital. They planed the bomb, the police and you guys arriving. Everything's been planed by them. But anyway, that doesn't matter I'll tell everything about that later." He takes a deep breath while I try not to open my mouth. How come he never told us? I knew he worked for them but I didn't know that he knew about everything.He takes a deep breath and looks at me with teary and guilty eyes.
"I never thought I'd survive, never thought I'd end up surviving and having friends that actually cared for me. I never thought I could have a friend like you who would keep a ginormous weight on her shoulder and never would I have thought that I'd be that weight. All my life I've grown up wanted to be dead. This big bounty on my head worth nothing." His tears stain his rosy cheeks and his eyes are full of depression."I wouldn't of thought that I'd actually be sitting in a room talking to a beautiful girl and have her love her as her own brother. And I would never of thought I'd have a whole family. Myra, you have no idea how much of a life you give people. How happy and safe you make a place." He smiles and kisses the top of my head.
"I mean you'd take a grown man and turn them into a young girl in the matter of seconds. All you've got to do is give them a titty twister." He smiles and winks.
"Myra, you saved us from ourselves. And God, not many people can do that you've got to be pretty special." He says smiling and pulling me into his lap.
"So please, oh please, never ever worry yourself over five little words that don't mean a thing."
"Jesus Azar never knew you could make a girl a blabbering mess. Thank you, thank you." I say kissing his cheek and standing up.
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Running From Truth
Teen FictionMy life reason then was to protect the ones that I love. It still is, it's my mission the mission that I may die on. But I don't care, who would? Dying protecting those who you love seems like a majestic and honourable way to die. It is. That's wha...