'Emotions Falter'

All Lies.

I didn't know who to believe anymore, I don't know who to trust, who's smile isn't fake. I'm afraid to tell anyone, terrified they'll turn on me too.

I'm in a dark room, floating peacefully. The meaningless sounds echoing across the empty walls, the thumping of my heart vibrating my entire form. In the distance, a sharp tipped spear flies towards me, at first a slow speed, but grows faster the closer it gets to me.

The dark shatters, like glass. My body falls to its knees, the spear through my chest, felt with no pain. My eyes tightly closed, my arms limp to my sides.

That glorious smile, turned into a dark frown, furrowed eyebrows and tighten fists. This was the look of the one I so called father, the one I always admired since childhood.

The usual bored look, replaced with a grin of evil, arms folded across chest, hip popped out. My mother's evil gaze was something that burned holes through my pale flesh, a look I couldn't describe properly.

Looking up, I didn't see the dark but saw light, a light so bright I'd thought I'd go blind.

My father stood, tall and mighty, a look of glee and joy sketched across his face. He held his arms out, one of acceptance, a hug I was already so tempted to accept. A warmth I'd feel safe wrapped around.

My mother was much different, she had the relaxation that belonged to a teenager, the crazy smile and hyper body movements. She motioned me with a hand, holding a joint in one hand and a beer in the other. The numbness I'd feel was something I craved.

I could see the dark, behind them, both with sly smirks and dangerous stances. I didn't know who was real or not, I couldn't tell who each of them really were, or if it was really just a mirror. I didn't know who to believe, who to trust, what kind of lies they brainwashed me with.

Taking hold of the spear, I slowly pulled in fear of the damage it had caused. With a yell, I pulled the sharp tip out of my torso, throwing the weapon away. Clanking across the invisible surface, little droplets of blood fell from the tip to stain the white ground.

I didn't look up, afraid of what I'd see. My eyes didn't dare close, afraid I'd see the dark sides of them up close and personal. Blood was leaking out of my chest in puddles, my body felt tired and dizzy.

I didn't know who had thrown the spear, or if I had done this to myself. But I knew one thing.

I didn't have much longer, because the dark is everywhere I go, and it's consuming me.