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Ch.1 | Guilt

I M M A C U L A T E

D E C E I V E R S

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A flesh-eating virus is pretty self-explanatory. It's a virus that eats away at your flesh until it destroys the tissue under your skin, causing severe symptoms that unfortunately include death.

Well, that is what guilt feels like.

Guilt feels like it's eating away at your mind and emotions, until it destroys everything about you. It destroys your personality and your happiness. It makes you feel horrible and disgusting. Guilt takes away from your life.

Guilt also gives. It gives you anxiety, because you never know when the truth will come out or how it will affect those around you. It gives you a sense of regret, because you know that what you are doing is very wrong but you can't find the courage to come clean or stop.

Would you like to know how one feels guilty? It's pretty simple.

They lie. They lie about what they are doing and whom they are doing it with, just so they aren't caught in the act. Of course, having one big lie can create a bunch of little mini-lies that escalate so high you can't even remember why you were lying in the first place.

It's a never ending cycle of feeling totally and completely drained.

Guilt is a flesh-eating virus, and once you've obtained this disease, it stays with you. Forever.

Let's start from the beginning.

I'm a senior at Jefferson high school. My perky, yet intense behavior is enough to get the attention of almost anyone. Every day I walk the long, dull halls of school and everyone greets me the same. They admire my long blonde waves of hair, or my light brown chocolate eyes. They always smile, or wave when appropriate. Sure, some of the girls like to gossip about me, but I normally don't pay any attention to the drama. For the most part, everyone seems to really like me and I'm happy for all of the people I've met at this school.

Among the mass swarm of teenagers, was my boyfriend, Connor Gaines. We met in ninth grade when I first moved to California. He was the first person I met, and I couldn't have been more grateful. I arrived at school late on my first day, which never happens might I add, and Connor was the student assistant in the administration office.

The first thing I noticed was his ocean blue eyes and the cheesy grin he wore. His light brown locks fell beautifully over his face and I must admit, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

We've been together three years now and it couldn't make me happier. He's so sweet and caring. That being said, the only thing I didn't like about him, was his delinquent best friend, Mark Chase.

Mark appeared to be your typical heartthrob. His dark, smokey hair was enough to get the attention of almost every single girl at Jefferson high, minus myself.

His careless, bold brown eyes made girls swoon with just a look. Not to mention, the tattoo he sported along his right arm, gave him the extra boost of confidence he needed to become the most incorrigible and heartless boy who ever walked this planet.

If there was one thing I was sure of, it was that I hated Mark.

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