Dark Skies

Little white lies

"I am sure you are wondering why we called you both here today?" the officer clasped his hands together and eyed me and Jimin, kicking his legs up onto the table in a swift motion. 

I frowned at him and shuffled back in my chair. 

"Just a little" I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. 

Once again, Jimin stayed silent. I sighed at him and gently squeezed his knee under the desk. He flinched back and flashed a look of annoyance in my direction. 

I looked at the boy I knew and loved. But it felt like I was looking at someone else. He wasn't the same Jimin that I knew last week. Ever since Yoongi's death he had been lost in his own little world and no one could pull him out of it. Not even me.

Maybe he was just grieving over the loss of his friend. Or maybe it was something more. The thought made my skin crawl. 

"Well we would like to get started then" the officer lent forwards suddenly. 

"We found CCTV footage of Friday mornings events" the officer cut straight to the point, "and we wanted to address this with you"

He fidgeted in his seat, sorry eyes glancing at Jimin. 

"Our discoveries were...shocking" he admitted, nodding to himself. 

I clenched my fists, trying not to freak out. 

I heard the click of a draw opening, as the officer pulled out a small laptop. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut. Biting my tongue, I tried not to scream out in horror. I tried to prepare myself for what was about to be played in front of my very eyes. Goosebumps pricked my skin and an icy chill rushed through my body. 

"I'm not sure I can watch this" I blurted out, the words having been at the tip of my tongue for a while now. 

"You don't have to watch it" the officer left the laptop untouched and looked over at Jimin. 

"If Jimin tells the truth" 

For the first time today, something caught Jimin's attention. He gritted his teeth together and dug his nails into the palms of his hands. 

"There's nothing to tell" Jimin argued. 

"Oh I think there is, Jimin" he reached over and put his hand on Jimin's shoulder. 

For it to then be pushed off. 

"If you don't tell us what really happened" the officer continued, "we will be forced to take both you and Rihanna in" 

"What do you mean take us in!?"  I demanded, confused and outraged by the words that left his mouth. We had already told them everything we knew. What more did they want from us? We had nothing to do with the death of Min Yoongi. 

Then it hit me. 

Min Yoongi isn't dead. Not really. He was haunting us now, he would never truly be gone. Even in death he was there to play some part in our lives and we were stuck playing his never ending games. No matter how hard I tried to bury him inside my memory, he would always find a way to claw himself back out again. He had not only left scars on my body, but on my mind. 

"I mean, we know what really happened. And if Jimin doesn't want to talk to us about it then we have no choice but to charge you both with the murder of Min Yoongi. All we want is the truth." 

The truth 

I had heard a lot about that.Everyone spoke of it. But what really was the truth? In reality, the truth didn't exist. The truth was a myth. The truth was a story told around the camp fire on dark, winter nights. The truth was an excuse for all the lies. Everyone gets tangled in a web of lies and in the end, they lose the truth amongst it all. You get lost in a maze, and once you enter you never find your way out again. That's just the way it works. Because once it starts it never stops. The lies we tell make us who we are. Little white lies aren't supposed to hurt anyone. But they do. Little white lies are actually the worst lies you can tell. They just keep getting added to and within the blink of an eye you have no way out of the mess you have made, telling your little white lies. 

Big lies are easy to spot where as small ones are unnoticeable. Knowing something is better than not knowing. Who wants to be kept under a blindfold all the time? Unaware of what is really happening. That's how I imagined Jimin these past days. Hiding behind a blindfold. Afraid of facing reality. Now he has decided to peek out of the corner and bring himself to face one of his biggest fears. 

The truth. 

"Jimin has nothing to do with this" 

I knew I was lying to myself. A little white that would soon turn into something else. 

"Oh he has more to do with it than you think Miss Grey" his voice was patronizing and I had the sudden urge to collide my fist with his jaw. But I didn't. Because that would just make things worse. 

"Fine" Jimin's voice began to rise like the pace of my heart beat. 

"I will tell you the truth" he stumbled over his words. 

My mouth went dry as he opened his to speak, 

"I helped Min Yoongi fake his death" 

The truth

The truth is a dangerous thing. Sometimes it's best not to know the truth. Because then,

you end up lying to yourself.