LIED PROMISES

15- Daniel

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❝In return of selfless love,
Only despise have I got;
With my own mind,
Battles have I fought.❞

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EMMA

Steven just wouldn't leave me alone! The way he asked me about myself, put me in the mind of the time when Alyssa and Norah, the two best friends I had in high school, spread hateful rumours about me, when all I did was to believe that they were my best friends.

"You're a slut!"

"You don't deserve love!"

These sentences, these hateful, abhorrent, moreover untrue sentences kept reverberating in my ears for a long time, because these two people told some other people who didn't even know me, that I was a psychopath, that I had sex with at least ten guys a month, and what not!

They knew I was a virgin.

Unknown people kept staring and glaring at me like I was a disgusting worm, and people wouldn't talk to me. I wasn't even aware that they had done this, and everybody kept talking crap about me but I didn't even know about that, and it was when Bryan had told me, and sent me the screenshots of the chats, about all the bullshit that was spread all over the school about me. I had broken that day, and Alyssa and Norah had stolen away pieces of my heart that I could never replenish; each person who'd broken me had taken away some parts of my heart that never joined back, leaving holes of sorrow in my heart.

Bryan had made me trust him, and at the time I entered college, Bryan was the only friend I had, whom I couldn't even meet, because he'd moved to another city nearby.

My experiences with best friends were never good.

So, I didn't trust people. Why, if my so-called best friends could do nonsense like this, why couldn't anyone else? God knows I'd never done anything to give them a reason to do so. God knows I'd never hurt anyone, and I'd never been bad. I'd strongly believed that I'd rather be the one who gets hurt than the one who hurts.

Ah, I never had recalled a good memory from my past. Even if I somehow did, it was followed by evil stuff. Of course, Alyssa and Norah had been my girlfriends since three years, but they'd eventually started to get envious of me. I was an artist, and academically well heeled as well. I'd go around doing nonsense and all sorts of fun with them, and in the end it was me who'd score all the marks and top the class, when they'd sit back struggling to cook up stories about why they failed.

I didn't possess any reason about why that happened always. I'd study less but when I'd do I'd make sure I knew stuff. They were the ones who would mug up, and I was the one who used language and vocabulary efficiently to make my answers ornamented, and that coupled with a handwriting as beautiful as mine would make the teachers twitch their guts before deducting my marks.

I'd used my brains and creativity to answer everything I could, and they never had either.

That's what made them envious.

I didn't quite apprehend why a person should feel jealousy in the first place, why, every individual had some good and some bad things, and every individual was unique. Alyssa was the kind who had many friends from foreign countries, and she'd auditioned for a television series in which she'd gotten selected. She had this face and figure that models do, and a height to suit it as well. I was a different kind, I was short and had looks that resembled a twelve year old girl, and I wasn't good-looking in my high school. In fact, I was fat, and even though being fat didn't quite mean the same as being ugly, for me, the world had been in a contradiction. Norah was a dancer, I lost count of how many followers she had on her social media account.