The Lie.

Beginnings

"People don't understand!" I heard the ocean blue haired girl with beautiful chocolate brown eyes, a short, delicate nose, and thin,  and almost paper white skin yell at her mother.

The short woman with dark brown hair pulled into a strict bun, and a little bit tanner skin sort of like the shade of an egg was obviously the ocean haired girls mother. They had the same nose, and the same eyes. Except the older lady's were filled with hatred. Such a shame, those were such pretty eyes.

Eyes can tell a story. When I look into Ocean's mother's eyes, I can tell something tragic happened. Perhaps it was a breakup, or divorce. Perhaps her lover was cheating on her this whole time. I've never seen anybody's eyes so filled with pure hate, it's like she's just a robot with no emotion but to terminate everyone.

I watched as her cracked, pale lips curled into a frown, and her thin, almost black eyebrows furrow. Ocean was still yelling at her, I couldn't really hear what from where I was. "....Choices!" I could barely hear. "...my life......born....." That was all that was clear.

I watched as the beautiful girl stomped away from her mother. The wind blowing her beautiful, slightly faded, long, waved hair that fell over her shoulders. What am I saying? She'd never like someone like me. I have short, jet black hair that falls over one of my gross hazel eyes. My hair was cut short like a boy, so I don't have to brush it a lot. I was wearing a red flannel with a Black Veil Brides shirt under it. My black skinny jeans had many holes in them from wearing them everywhere, and my red and gray speckled converse matched me completely. My skin was extremely pale. Not like Ocean's beautiful paper white skin, but mine looked almost unhealthy. It made me look like a ghost.

I threw my coffee cup in the small, metal trash can next to the 7-11. Shoving my ghostly pale hands in my flannel and watching the beautiful Ocean haired girl walk off. Too bad I'll never see her again.

I slightly frown and walk off to my house. I only lived a block away from the 7-11, so that was a bit handy. I stepped up the grey painted steps that were a little tilted and opened the white screen door to my house. My dad was home, he sat in the kitchen reading some book.

"How was your day, Alex?"

Alex is my name. It and my appearance got me confused for a boy a lot.

I shrugged in return before silently walking up to my room.

I don't talk a lot. Last time I talked? Probably 3rd grade. I haven't talked since my best friend passed away.

He was in my class. His name was Ethan Charlie Carter. He was the most humorous, thoughtful, and intelligent person I'd ever met. He had light brown hair, and his favorite color was red. I remember the day he died.

"Ethan!" I screamed at him, he went to go get the small yellow bouncy ball that I had bounced into the road.

"Don't worry about it, I'll get it!"

My small form stood up. My long, black hair was pulled into a ponytail and I was wearing a purple and blue shirt with white leggings.

"Ethan, seriously!"

A white car of some sort drove up to Ethan at an alarming speed. I managed to pull him out of the way.

"That! Was really close!"

His eyes widened.

"I-I almost died..." He clung onto me and shook, probably from shock.

"It's getting dark. Let's go home."

We walk down the sidewalk that led away from the park. Where we lived, we lived near the school, park, 7-11, and other essential places. We lived right in the middle of everything.

Everything that happened next I will never forget.

Blinding headlights filled my eyesight, all I could was stare at it and scream. I wasn't being harmed, but.. Ethan.

He was laying on the sidewalk. Covered in blood. He was rather flat looking too. It pained me to look, so I turned away.

"Ethan!"

I cried.  I shook his form with my eyes closed, I didn't want to look.

"Help! Anyone!" I cried louder.

Everything was blurry from the salty tears flooding down my face.

He made it to the hospital. Which was fantastic.

But he was already dead.

The following weekend was his funeral. I haven't opened my mouth since. The last words I spoke were at his coffin.

"I'll be there soon."

I blinked away from my flashback, wow. It was dark now.

When did this happen?

While you were in your flashback land.

No, really?

Having conversations with myself calms my nerves. My father says it's unnatural but I don't care. He never focuses on my life anyways. He's always focused on Jessica. My younger sister.

"Alex! Come meet the neighbors!"

Ahh, that's right. A new family was moving in right next to our house. That house has been empty for about a month, wow.

I walked down the stairs and blew my hair out of my face just a bit. 

I bet you can believe who was standing there too, eh?