Lies

PART ONE OF LIES

I woke up in a dark and unknown room, and the last thing I remembered was my strange, but eye opening encounter, at McDonald's. I was relaxed on a booth, eating a French fry, when a man approached me. He look old, but strong, he had a long beard and a stern, but friendly appearance. His shoulders were broad and he wore a plain black shirt with a coat and jeans.

"Miss, may I ask why you appear so wistful" he asked softly, taking his coat off and claiming the seat across from me.

"Umm, I'm not really..uh.. wistful.. just...well I dunno" I said looking up from my food with a sigh.

"Hm I must've been mistaken then" he smiled. I smiled in return. I was still confused as to why he was here.

"Yes I know what your thinking why am I here wasting my time, why am I talking to you." My cheeks reddened revealing the truth. But he didn't noticed or at least pretended not to and continued.

"Well Violet, I have no real reason of being here, but I do want you to remember this, we are all a product of our past, but we do not have to be a prisoners of it." I looked at him for a moment processing what he had said. I was a little confused. One, how did he know my name and two what does he mean by that?

"Im sorry, but I don't understand" I said, looking at him closely, leaning in, wanting to know more.

"What I mean is, I understand the past is never easy and is very difficult to overcome, but I warn you to never let it haunt you till the end of your days. It will make you a lost and lonesome person. You will never trust, never meet others, and never have fun. You will die knowing you never actually lived your life. So forget the past and insure you future is all you've ever hoped for."

"Oh...hmm.. wow." What he said really inspired me. Even though my dad left before I was born and my mom died a year later, I can't hold on to that forever I must look forward and move on. Even though it still may hurt.

"Now Violet, I don't want you to completely forget the past because the past is what shapes you, it is what makes you whole and who you are now, but I also don't want you to grieve over it, grieving will do nothing, the past is past and you can never change it. What you can change is the future. Living everyday wishing you would've done something different accomplishes nothing, living everyday preparing your future accomplishes everything." Man. He is right. I need to start living my life. I need to start making a difference, I know that's what my mom would have wanted.

"Wow...thank you... honestly it means a lot" I smiled at him, a real smile, a kind of smile I haven't used in a long time.

"Your welcome" he said kindly never stopping his smile. "now I must go, but always remember never to dwell on the past and that you are never truly alone. Those who live no more, whom we loved, echo within our hearts, our thoughts and our words." And with that he got up and left, leaving me speechless and stronger than before.

I'm not sure how much time has passed by since that incident, maybe days, maybe weeks. Not sure, but what I do know is that whoever that guy was I will most definitely follow his advice. I inhale deeply. Time to figure out where I am and how I got here.

I'm laying on a bed, my body aching. I don't know why or how, but it is. I have barely enough energy to sit up. I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for my eye to adjust to the darkness, I blink I few times and then when I can see, I scan my surroundings. I'm laying on a white bed, which is pretty comfy. Next to me is a dresser, with a lamp on it. I click on the lamp to help me see. There are two doors in total. One looks like a main door and one looks possible like bathroom or a closet.

As I finally stepped off the bed my small feet touched the floor, I noticed I still have the same socks on from the night a McDonald's and the same clothes too. I glance at the floor and there are my combat boots. I slip those on and walk over to the door that's either a bathroom or closet. It's a bathroom. I flip on the light and look at myself in the mirror. Ehh not my worst. I pull my hair into a sloppy bun. A splash my face with water and glance back at the mirror. God it's crazy how much I look like my mom. I have only one picture of her. THE PICTURE. I dig in my pocket were I last left it, holding my breath. I let out a long breath of relief, when my hand brushes over the slick photo. I pull it out. We both have long black hair, same nose, face shape, same everything, except our eyes. Her eyes are dark brown like Hersey's kisses, but mine are icy blue. I assume I got them from my dad, but I'm not sure. All I know about my dad is his name is Jason. I don't really remember much about my mom either, since she died when I was one, so I always hold to the photo as my only memory.