Never Trust A Liar

*Prologue*

"We are what we pretend to be, so be careful of what you pretend to be" -Kurt Vonnegut

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I woke up in dingy, claw-foot bathtub in an unrecognizable, yellow-tiled bathroom. Blue globs of toothpaste were in the sink and water drops streaked the mirror. Through the window was a dark sky and bright, full moon. What day of the week is it? Where am I? A frat house at the U of C? An apartment? I could barely remember that my name was Ava-Marie Breslin, or that I lived on one of the most beautiful beaches in California. I had no idea where my purse was and I didn't have any clue on where I parked my car. Actually, what kind of car do I drive? Had someone slipped me something?

"Michelle?" a male voice called from outside the bathroom.

"Are you home?"

"I'm doing something!" A voice called from near by.

A tall, thin girl opened the bathroom door, her light brown, tangled hair hanging in her face.

"Hey!" I jumped to my feet.

"Someone is already in here!"

My body felt tingly, as if it had fallen asleep. I looked down and it looked as though I was flickering on and off. Strange. Someone definitely slipped me something.

The girl didn't seem to hear. She stumbled forward, her face being hidden in the shadows.

"Hello?" I cried, climbing out of the cold bathtub.

"Are you deaf?!" Still nothing. She squeezed some vanilla scented lotion into her hands then rubbed it on her arms.

The door flung open again, and a tall, unshaven boy walked in. He looked to be about my age.

"Oh." His eyes flew to the girls tight fitted, all black crop top.

"I didn't know you were in here, Michelle."

"That's maybe why the door was CLOSED!" She pushed him out and slammed it shut. She turned to face the mirror. I stood behind her.

"Hey!" I cried once more. She looked up. My eyes shot up and to the mirror to meet her gaze. But when I looked to the glass, I screeched. Michelle's appearance was a spitting image of mine and my reflection was nowhere to be found.

Michelle turned and walked out of the bathroom, and I followed as if something was pulling me along behind her. Who is this girl? Why did we look the same? Why was I invisible? And why couldn't I remember, well, anything? The wrong memories snapped into aching, sentimental focus---The glittering sunset over the crystal clear water, the smell of the lemon trees in my backyard in the morning, the feel of cashmere slippers on my toes. But other things, the most important things, had become muffled and fuzzy, as if I'd lived my whole life underwater. I saw vague shapes, but I couldn't make out what they were. I couldn't remember what I'd done for any summer vacations, who my first kiss had been with, or what it felt like to feel the sun on my face or dance to my favorite song. What was my favorite song? And even worse, every second that passed, things got fuzzier and fuzzier.

Like they were disappearing.

Like

I was disappearing.

But then I concentrated really hard and I heard a muffled scream. And suddenly it was like I was somewhere else. I felt pain shooting through my body, before a final, sleepy sensation of my muscles surrendering. As my eyes slowly closed, I saw a blurry, shadowy figure standing over me.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

No wonder Michelle didn't see me. No wonder I wasn't in the mirror. I wasn't really here.

I was dead.

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