Short stories

Lies

She walked through the hallways with a fake smile plastered on her face. However, nobody noticed how she was broken on the inside. She's been feed lies on a silver platter all her life. YOU'RE WORTHLESS. YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING. NO ONE COULD EVER LOVE YOU.

She outwardly brushed off their comments, acting as though they were irrelevant. But their words echoed through her mind, pushing her deeper into depression. Often times, she found herself wanting to silence the voices once and for all.

She didn't get very far down the scarcely populated hallway before she was bombarded with negative words once again. Yet, this time a boy came and helped her. He pulled her from their harsh words and into the janitor's closet.

"Are you alright?" He asked. His voice was neutral, save the crumb of concern and the chunk of something she couldn't quite place.

She answered his question the way she always did when someone asked that question: "Yes, i'm fine."

He didn't seem convinced, in fact it seemed as though he could see right through her. Able to visualize and analyze all her insecurities and deepest secrets. His piercing eyes seemed to peel away her makeup. Exposing the cuts and bruises provided my her parents an the bags under her eyes from the nights she spends crying when she should be sleeping.

Something flickers in his eyes, she can't tell what it is, however. The boy introduces himself and asks if they can be friends. She accepts since she's been robbed of friendship all her life. At the end of the day, she rushes home to tell her parents the news. Her mother laughs a cackling laugh while her father shakes his head.

"Oh, my," he says, "if you have to lie to us and yourself about so-called 'friends', then go right ahead. We know the truth." She tries to tell them that she's not lying and that someone really does want to be her friend. Her mother slams her hand on the table and silences the girl's cries. Smacking her across the face, her mother yells at her to stop with the lies.

She nods her head and jogs up to her room. She lays in bed, nursing her newly bruised cheek. She is left alone to wonder if the seemingly nice boy had altered motives for wanting her as a friend. She swallows the thoughts and makes pretended that he really does care about her.

As the weeks and months go by her and the boy become closer and closer. He learns of her issues and still sticks with her. As they're sitting in the park, she feels a sudden urge to tell him something.

"You know, for as long as i can remember people have lied to me," she confesses. He stiffens and adjusts his jacket uncomfortably. She finds this odd but pays no mind to it.

"But then i met you," she continues, "and all of that changed. I know that you wouldn't lie to me." She says this with all the confidence in the world.

"I have something to tell you too," he says in a strained voice. He tells her that he will tell anybody anything if it means that he can use them to quench his desire and his lust.

He looks at her and she is startled by the amount of coldness in his eyes. "But i would never hurt you," he says, even though his body language and eyes tell a different story. She can tell he's lying, people have used that tone on her for as long as she can remember. She can tell he's just looking for someone to quench his lust and desire like he said before.

She looks at him deeply, frantically searching for anything that might prove her wrong. Yet, she can't find a single shred of anything.

"Lie to me again," she whispered.

"I love you," he said.