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-Her-

Have you experience to live in a crazy lie?

I mean pretend that your something when your not.
Like telling your friends that you have watch the latest insidious on the cinema, when you actually just read the story plot on the google.

Or sort of tell your cousins that you broke your iphone 5 as an excuses why you have a nokia 3210 when it really did not happen.

You might give me a smirk and tell me 'such a pretender. Those social climber.'

But, it seems that every kid had said or done something similar to those examples. To be honest with you, I did that too and mine is sort of different. Very unique and not understandable.

It started when I was 5. My mom and I live at the heart of Epic City, where nights are brighter than days and days are quiter than nights.

It was day and the whole city was cold as ice because of the storm that is comming. We were on our way home, 20 steps from it.

At the 19th step, the cloud suddenly gathered.

18th step, and they all turn dark.

17th step, the wind starts to blow hard.

16th step, we heard a thunder.

15th step, the wind blow harder.

14th step, rain drops slowly starts to pour, so we open our umbrella.

13th step, we heard two loud thunder and ran our way home.

When we reach the 5th step, the rain stop and snowflakes falls. We stop for a while and look at the sky.

My mom made her 4th step, but I remain looking at the sky. And when she made her final step to our house and look back at me, lightning flashes at my face.

And the next thing I know I'm at our house in my bed. I saw my mom sleeping beside me and when she woke up. She keeps on asking me if I could see her.

Well, I do see her. But when I look at myself in the mirror I saw my eyes.

My eyes. They all turned white.

And from that my friend, my life have became a big fat lie.

Oh. Btw, my name is Kristii Madrigal. 19years old. Apprentice of my bestfriend Calvin Linx. A professional massage therapist of Lanndon Corps.

Calvin is my childhood friend and he knows everything about my eyes.

But why did I bother telling it all to you? Because I want you to help me with one problem that even my mom or bestfriend don't know.

Whenever I touch any picture, it suddenly move to life and tell me what happen before its taken.

And I thought having white pupils and irish are wierd, but seeing picture in life is much creepier.

I feel like I live in Harry Potter's life. It sometimes kinda cool because I got to know where are my missing things.

But when I saw a photo of a murdered man at the news paper, I literally throw up and sworn not to look at any of it.

And every single week it gets worst. A week ago what the picture's color and quality remains what I see moving. The next week I can see them in HD!

Last month, the pictures last for 10 full minutes, and the other week they last for 20 minutes. And they don't seem to be just moving but they are starting to stare at me. As if they want something at me.

I'm not being paranoid, if that's what your thinking. I'm just freaking out what might happen to me. Even the bills on the money move!

I was really going to ignore it, but something happened. And that really give chill on my spine.

A couple of weeks ago. .

"Hey. Loser. Can you stop being so pathetic? And stop wearing those glasses and fight me with your walking stick! Hahaha" those are just my neighbor. And its part of my daily routine to just ignore them. I continued my walk on my way to Lanndon Corps for my morning duty.

As I arrived there, I saw Calvin but well, of course I have to pretend that I didn't. Agh! Poor me.

"Kristii!" He approach me as he speak and held my hand to pretend that his guiding me.

"How are you today?" I casually said.

"Never been better like today." he answered me with a smile.

"I never knew that your a fan of any kind of music? You used to hate them when we are three, but now your wearing beats headphone." I ask without thinking twice.

"Opps! You're blind, right? Your suppose to not see it, right?" He smiled at me.

"I'm blind but I can hear how loud your music is. And judging from what I can hear, I think its impossible for you to hear me with that on your ear." and I smiled back at him.

"You know, just shut up." he answered pissed.

And from that my friend, I have won the day. Alright!

We proceed at the designated room for our duty and said our goodbyes. As I arrived there I saw my customer waiting. From his looks and me being a judgemental person. He's a maniac. But a job is a job and who knows, I might be wrong.

As I have explained everything to him and proceed with the massage thing, I noticed that he has a smile so evil that my spine literally chill. He ask me to massage him at some part, and I did as I was told. Until, he ask me to massage at his manhood.

Of course, I declined! He grab my hand and pull me closer to him. I resist. He insist. He remove my sunglass and smile like he was confirming if I am indeed blind. He was holding me at some part that I don't want anyone to hold.

I was about to shout for help and plea, until I saw a picture fall unto the wall. It was the picture of my father I pinned at the wall.

Dad is dead, when I was still at my mother's womb. I saw what he looks-like at a picture mom gave me. That's all I know. But maybe, if he's still alive. If only.

The customer covered my mouth with his towel and push me on the floor. He harshly remove my clothes without second thought.

Oh my! Please stop. I try to escape from him but he's too heavy and strong for me. I looked at my dad's picture. He's looking at me with pity and worry and sadness.

Oh dad. Please help me. Help me please. I reach for the picture hoping that somehow I can be pull from this wrecked situation and from the moment I instantly touch it, I saw him.

I saw my dad.

He went out of the picture and punch the customer who is harrasing me. He gently grab my hand and help me up. He kissed my forehead. He was saying something but I cannot hear anything.

When the customer had gain consious, my dad carry me on his arms and we jump inside the picture.

And that's my problem. I'm stuck.

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