The Lies Of The Dead

Prologue

"They told me to stay away from him" The blue eyed boy said, staring down at the pale skin of his clasped hands. The shrink looked up, his pen tapping softly against the notebook in his hands. Cold, grey eyes stared into scared blue ones as he searched for the truth.

"Who told you to stay away from him?" He asked, pen ready to scribble down everything the boy said. Alex bit his lip, raising his eyes to see the psychiatrist watching him, as intently as an avid football fan would watch the tv when his team was playing.

"The others" Alex finally said. "All of them". The man pursed his lips, seemingly deep in thought as he wrote this down.

"Before he killed them" The shrink stated, as if he needed to make sure. Alex nodded, tears building up in the corners of his crystal blue eyes.

Alex nodded, the tears rapidly beginning to fall from his eyes. He wiped them away, sorrow filling his entire being. The shrink nodded, scratching down notes with that horrible pen.

"Why didn't you listen to them?" The man asked, staring at Alex's crying figure. The boy hesitated, picking at the skin around his nails.

"He said he wouldn't hurt them" He whispered, eyes trained to the ground in shame. The shrink nodded once more, writing that down as well.

"You may leave now" The shrink said, not once looking from the new writing in his notebook. Alex nodded and stood, the creaky wooden chair scraping against the stone floor. He left the room, immediately surrounded by guards with rifles. They followed him, ready to shoot at the first wrong move.

Alex's feet were heavy like stones tossed into the mud as he walked, guards watching his every move. They made it to his cell without incident and waited as one of the guards stepped forward and unlocked the heavy steel door. The keypad beeped green, and the door swung open, revealing the white, barren room inside.

The guards watched him carefully, even as the handcuffs were removed and he was shoved into his cell. They slammed the door shut, a loud beeping noise alerting him it was now locked. He sat on the cold hard bed, observing the surroundings he's been stuck in for the past 4 months. White walls, white floor, white ceiling, everything was white. He leant back, laying his head against the pillow that felt as if it was filled with rocks and pulled the thin, woollen blanket over his shoulders.

I don't understand why I'm here, I'm a 19 year old boy for god's sake. I didn't kill those people, HE did. HE slit their throats and filled the room with their blood, not me. HE should be the one rotting in this prison cell, HE should be the one forced to stay awake at night listening to the other nut jobs in this place screaming and crying.

He took a deep breath, refusing to let the steadily increasing number of tears building up in his eyes to fall. He sobbed, yet the tears still stayed put. He took a short breath, yanking the covers over his head, so if he did cry HE wouldn't have the pleasure of knowing just how far HE'S dragged me down.

It wasn't my fault.....