A Prophet's Tale: A Collection Of Short Stories From A Twisted Mind

Deception

I sit there staring at my worst enemy. The red plastic chair comforted my bottom which had been seated upon it for almost three hours. Twenty pages I had gone through to reach my current situation, and yet no solution has appeared to me. The white chalk haunts me as it contrasts against the forest-like green of the board it is drawn on. I am the last one left in the desolate classroom, not counting the dictator-like teacher who sits behind me on her miniature cellular device as she smirks whilst watching me struggle in battling my greatest demon. All the other contenders have given up on finding an answer to the greatest mathematics problem to have ever come across any of our eyes. A loud interruption shakes the room and diverts my attention away from my greatest nightmare.

"Come in," states my torturer in the most devilish-like voice imaginable.

The door creaks open with immense caution and the body of a familiar face approaches my desk holding the elixir which has kept me seated here in pure concentration for so long.

"Your hourly V energy drink, my lord" Nancy exclaimed as she places the green coloured girl of my dreams upon the division symbol shaped coaster on the top left side of my wooden desk. Or at least that is what I think she said.

Her strawberry scented perfume gets closer as she brings her mouth to my ear.

"We researched the problem with the greatest mind the planet has to offer, the magician known as Dr. Google." The whispers filled my ears, however, I do not wish to hear the solution, as that would result in my giving in to the wishes of my abuser. Despite this urge of wanting to prove my doubter incorrect and prove myself, I find myself too tired and unable to find the strength to stop her.

"The answer is i---------"

My eyes widen and my jaw drops through to the other side of the room. Nancy leaves the room and carefully closes the cage door behind her. I reach around the cold exterior of the metal can and feel the sweet caffeine filled guava potion reach my brain. As soon as the green liquid takes over, I find myself having already flipped over my now broken desk and towering my stature over the shrinking body of my true enemy.

"THERE IS NO SOLUTION" The room echoes back at me with my bold claim.

"YOU LIED. YOU SWORE THAT A SOLUTION WAS POSSIBLE. YOU HAVE DECEIVED ME. YOU HAVE BROKEN MY TRUST."

Her aged eyes meet my own with fear and disbelief. I can feel the terror rage through her body and I know she can feel the anger through my own.

As I exit the room leaving the shrivelled raisin that was once my trusted teacher behind me and as I walk towards the distant horizon, I ponder my future. Who can I trust now? I feel as though my entire ability to trust has been crumpled in a trash compactor and thrown towards the nearest garbage fire and burned until only ash remains. As the horizon lowers and darkness fills the desolate sky, I wonder how God, if He exists, could bring this pain upon my body. I just wish that it would end.

Two years later, I travel from nation to nation attempting to find myself again. I talk to fellow seekers of the truth and seekers of trust blankly as do to me, as we both understand the unrecoverable pain and torture we have dealt with in our pasts. I have left my family, friends and life behind me. I can't go back to them, they have betrayed me two many times for me to return. As soon as the revelation that the problem was impossible and that I had been deceived and that those three hours were just mere entertainment for those watching cruely, I began to see the world in an entirely different light. My brother has told me that he was going to pick me up from work that same night at 8:30, however, he also lied to me arriving at 8:32 instead. My mother, two nights later, had informed me a week prior that this night she was to make beef stroganoff for dinner, however, as I sat at the table next to the lying piece of s--- I now call my brother I looked upon the meal in front of me. It was not beef nor was it stroganoff, instead what laid in front of me was a lobster with sweet potato fries and baby carrots. For the second time in three days I found myself flipping over a wooden table. "I thought it was your favourite," she would find herself yelling to me for many hours that disastrous night. It was, my favourite that is, but it is not what I was promised, however, now I have finally reached the conclusion that what my mother had promised me was lies. This happened with every person I would meet for the next two years. My father bought me an iPhone X rather than the iPhone 8 I was promised, my girlfriend cheated on me with Derrick from Bio and my dog decided to not eat her normal food. I didn't know who my friends and family were anymore. I didn't know who I was anymore. All that I know is that my mathematic teacher gave me a math problem. She told me that it was solvable. It was not. She lied. She betrayed me. She broke me.