The artist unfinished work

Liers

~Liers~

Clutching the broken glasses in my hand I ran down a black endless hallway. Blood leaked from my hand but I didn't care. I eventually ran into something hard. I fell back and rubbed my stinging head I looked up at a door; it was a large door that reached the top of the hallway, it was a bright yellow door that stood out of the dark, black hallway, and it had a grand gold handle. I stared in awe as I stood up. I reached out my hand and slowly twisted the nob. I peeked out through the crack I made in the door and looked out. It was a round room painted red with many yellow doors, and paintings next to them. I slowly opened the door and entered the room. I looked down and found a small folded slip of paper on the blue carpet. I opened it and saw two words written in sloppy blue crayon as my clue 'No liars'. I looked around at the paintings looking for what the clue was talking about. "No liars?" I repeated as I walked through the small gallery looking for the non-liar. I stopped at a lady in red; she had a beautiful red strapless dress on with a golden flower on the side, she had short straight long hair that came right to her ears. I looked at the picture and noticed her expression was a taunting laugh. I reached out and touched rim of the picture, the herd a voice as if were coming from right in front of me.

“I’m not a liar, you can trust me,” I took my hand off the painting and continued to walk around. I next saw a man in a blue priest hat and a long robe with a golden cross over his neck. I ran my fingers over his robe and heard a young man say.

“I am one with God, you must trust me, ”The next was a baker with a white jacket and hat, he was pointing a rolling pin in front of him. I placed my hand on the painting and heard a rough voice that sent shivers up my spine.

“ You can trust me girly, come here.” And the next one was a round jolly mayor who seemed to be laughing.

“ Come on now, I’m not a liar”. As I looked through the paintings I noticed they were all laughing except one. It was a young boy with a torn dirt covered brown shirt, he had short wavy messy brown hair, his hands were over his ears and he was screaming. I slowly put my hand on the painting and heard a young boy scream.

"No I am not a liar!" I quickly took my hand off the painting and looked at the young boy again but this time I saw tears on his face. I turned around to look at the other painting. This time they were screaming at the young boy.

“LIARS!!! DIE!!!” I turned at him and he continued to repeat his sorrowful words

‘'No I am not a liar,'’ I felt tears fall down my cheeks; I turned and looked around at the other paintings and screamed at the top of my lungs.

“You are idiots!” every thing stopped but my anger and my tears still flowed. “The people who call others liars are the true liars,” I opened the young boy's door and as I walked down a blue painted hallway I heard screaming coming from the room I was just in. I ran back to the room and saw that the paintings had red on their hands and a little on their face. I turned around at the painting of the boy. He looked a though he was stabbed over and over again, next to it was a message written in blood 'Thank You.' a small tear ran down my eye but I whipped it away and continued down a blue painted hallway.

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