I sighed, slamming my bedroom door closed, rushing to school. As I approached the school building I greeted Naya and Zareah, I began to explain to Zareah about how I wanted to terminate our friendship, she began sobbing uncontrollably whilst I began to smirk, I couldn't help it, I truly could not. I suppose it is my lack of understanding towards human emotion?
She pleaded for another chance, I declined. Hours later whilst I sat listening to my history teacher rant on about Germany and reparation costs I felt eyes watching me attentively, I peered over to see who it was, just to reveal Naya with her eyebrows furrowed, clearly distressed by the earlier issues. I decided to turn to Zareah, taking a deep inhale, I sighed
"I forgive you, one more chance...one more." Zareah smiled.
The next day, I was approached by Naya and Zareah taking large strides towards me, startled I jumped back in defence of their negative aroma.
"You know what you said yesterday about us not being compatible I completely agree and I-" I interrupted her...
"So you want this to en-" Naya interrupted me
"LET HER SPEAK! DON'T INTERRUPT HER ELISABETH!" she screamed, defending Zareah. Furrowing my eyebrows, I was completely and utterly perplexed, so I decided to exit the situation swiftly. They sent screams of anger my way as I escaped this asylum of deception and treachery, turning around looking at them with grave disappointment I proclaimed
"I am done. Let's not talk okay? Good. Fun Fun Fun." waving a positive thumbs up as I continued along with my day.
By lunch time, I was being forcefully pushed down the stairs by a herd of mammoth-like teenagers. Finally, after I reached the end of the staircase, I was approached by Naya
"Hey, you want to hang out, eat lunch together?" She questioned me.
"I'm sorry, I really can't. I have to go do some School Rep work." I replied, she nodded, conveniently Zareah began to walk past as our conversation came to a close.
"Hey! Naya! Go to Zareah this lunch!" I gestured her towards Zareah, just to receive a un-satisfied look from the both of them as they walked away. Hours later, I was approached by acquaintances in my class questioning me as to what happened between Naya and I, explaining the situation I received pity from the others. I did not like pity. I do not understand it. I was now alone, once again alone, I accepted it, allowed it to engulf me like a homicidal wave overtaking me within the ocean. I smiled, it felt as if a weight had been lifted off my chest.
Admiring the others
surrounding me, I inhaled the polluted air of London, strengthening my grip onto my backpack as I took large, swift strides home.
YOU ARE READING
The Liar, The Narcissist and The Sociopath.
Short Story**TRIGGER WARNING** The beautiful thing about life is that you can easily become entranced by your own insecurities and views... Suffocated by the liar. Intoxicated by the narcissist. Drowning by her inner most demons.
