LIE

Chapter 2

Home. Where the love is -- supposed to be.

It was late at night -- maybe early morning. It felt early. I stood at the counter leaning over a bowl of vanilla ice cream. Don't ask me why.

Halfway into the bowl Izzy came down the stairs.

"Hey." Her fake ass greeted.

"Hey." My faker ass greeted back.

Izzy leaned over the opposite side of the counter.

"Trouble sleeping?" She questioned.

I nodded.

"Insomnia again?" She asked with a worried face.

I nodded again. I put the spoon in the bowl and slid it to Izzy knowing she'd finish it as soon as I left.

I went up to my room and closed the door and sat on my bed. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them.

A few years ago, Izzy came to me.

"Luc."

"This is wrong..." I mumbled.

"It'll be our secret. Kay?" She said in her nasty voice.

Izzy...

Izzy came into my room, late at night. She lay down in my bed and stuck her hand down my pants.

"Stop that." I muttered.

She stroked me. I shuddered.

"What's the big deal?" She whispered.

I froze and couldn't push her away. When she...finished...and my body shook, I clenched my sheets tightly.

"Remember; our secret." Izzy said before 'booping' my nose and leaving.

I just lie there. Shaking, on the verge of tears; a mess.

Why? Why? Why!? Why did she do that to me?! I didn't ask for that!

I felt...bugs...jitters...inside my body and couldn't get rid of them no matter how much I scratched. I cried, please make it stop.

I curled into a ball. Thoughts exploded in my head.

I hate this! Stop crawling inside me! I hate you! I hate myself!

Who am I? Sometimes I really don't know the answer to that question. I know I'm Luc Narson. But who am I?

I'm nobody. Just a dry leaf blowing through the wind, one destination to the next.

"Sup!" Evie greeted me the next morning when she saw me.

We only have third block together. By this time she'd already jump on me and hug me from any direction. I didn't like to be touched by anyone, but for some reason with Evie...I felt I could trust her.

But a voice inside my head said, "No. Don't trust anyone; they'll destroy you just like the others."

"So, what kind of music do you listen to?" Evie asked at lunch.

She noticed me only having one earbud in.

"Old music." I answered. I prefer music at all times. It creates a pleasurable illusion; a world where everything is not so...real.

"Like what?" Evie goaded me to elaborate.

"David Bowie. Queen." I stated. I just wanted the conversation to be over. I don't know what to say. What if I say something wrong?