Beautiful Lie

After

       What do you do, when you're just sat there, seemingly calm on the outside, expressionless, staring blankly at the wall in front of you with your knees drawn up to your chin and your arms weakly wrapped around them? But on the inside you're screaming, tears streaming down your face while you're curled up in a ball shaking uncontrollably and everything aches, your heaving chest from gasping in shuddering, uneven breaths, your lungs from trying to breathe through your sobs, your heart?

       What do you do when inside you're begging for help, for the pain to stop, for your delicate, damaged heart to stop shattering into a million painful shards as if it were glass, for you to stop breaking inside at every tiny thing that brutally reminds you of what happened; a few specific words spoken nearby from a stranger; a special sunny day where the sky is a brilliant, magnificent blue and little wispy white clouds lazily rolling by and a gentle warm breeze blows past, weaving its way through your hair, causing the strands to tickle your face and make you scrunch up your nose; or a split second at three in the morning when every memory come rushing back, leaving you with your body heaving from sobs as it feels like your wounded heart is being pierced with a knife that's twisted back and forth, driven deep and held firmly by the same person who brought your life a new meaning, and the same person who then shattered it and caused the pieces and beautifully woven lies to come crashing down.

       What do you do?

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My life had never been particularly interesting before last summer. Throughout the entire eighteen years I had been on this earth I'd never done anything worth mentioning. I didn't drink, I hadn't been arrested like some of the people I knew, I never made any ground breaking, earth shattering discoveries. Hell, I'd never even snuck out to hang out with friends or go to a party. My life had been perfectly, boringly, normal.

       But it was safe.

I had good parents who protected me, shielding me from the horrors I'd heard about but never experienced. I was innocent and unharmed. Until a perfect, yet unknowingly disastrous, summer day where the sky was that rare, beautiful shade of blue and wispy thin clouds rolled by, and a warm breeze whistled past, making my hair blow across my face and causing to not be able to see, and my clumsy self tripped, scattering my belongings over the grass. It was that soft breeze, that dumb change in the uneven ground, that tauntingly beautiful day, that changed my life forever. For better or for worse I've yet to find out.

       It was that day that the devil himself appeared in front of me holding out a hand, asking if I was alright in a deep voice, dressed up in a maroon shirt, jeans, black shoes, and worried brown eyes accompanied by black, messy hair and a mouth that was downturned into a worried frown, like a wolf in sheeps wool. That was the day the Devil showed up on my doorstep and wrecked havoc in my life in the form of midnight stargazing on our backs in a meadow full of flowers, of parties that I lied to my parents about and instead said I was going to Ellie's to study, and of dazzling smiles, gentle kisses, "I love you's," and lies. Beautiful, intricately woven lies that appeared to me as nothing more than a magical, fairytale-like truth. The Devil who was disguised as the cute, sporty guy known as Alec Cortez.

       My life was never the same after that perfect summer day.

       And I was never the same after that dreaded day where my safe, protected world was shattered. And everything I thought I knew was wrong.

A/N:

       Hello all of my beautiful readers! My name is Madison and I really hope you enjoyed the first little part of my new book, Beautiful Lie. This isn't the first chapter, it's a kind of prologue in a way, but it's necessary to kick off the start of the book. I am asking each and every one of you amazing readers to please comment, please vote, and please share; I'd love to know what my readers think and I'm am always open to constructive criticism!
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