Lies of the Past《Part 9》

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I sit in the messy corner, hugging my knees as tears slowly fall down my face. I don't make a sound, I don't bother drying them, I just sit there and let myself cry. Why are we like this? Where did it go wrong?

But I already know the answer to that question. It went wrong once I became involved. I pick up one of the papers next to me. Seeing it makes me want to destroy it, turn it into nothing. But I know I'd regret that.

I stare back at the seven-year-old in the photo. She's hugging eight-year-old Lila with the most dork-like smile, and lucky for her, Lila doesn't resist. I toss the picture to the side, and suddenly I'm crying harder than I was before, but still quiet enough to not be heard. I cry as I realize I'm never gonna get a moment like that again.

My mind flashes to almost two years ago, where Lila was with a group of so called "friends." She was telling them stories of how she was supposed to travel around the world soon, and how she was going to meet a ton of celebrities even though she was only 16. They bought every word. "Idiots." I thought. "She's obviously looking for attention, why do you give it to her? Why is she so desperate for people to like her?

"Why does she think she has to lie for it....?" I confronted her about it a few months later. It was getting annoying listening to people believe her.

"Don't you get it? They think of you as their friend, but you're just a liar. You're taking advantage of them Lila. You don't have to lie for people to like you."

That was the most mad I've ever seen her. "I just tell people what they want to hear, that's all. It's not a big deal." she said spitefully. "Besides, at least I have friends. They're the ones who choose to believe me, so it's not my problem." She left in a huff, leaving me to contemplate what she just said.

At least I have friends.

She was wrong. I had a friend.

Had....
*******
I open my eyes. It takes me a second to realize they were closed that whole time, and that I'm still sitting in the corner of my room. Why did she have to change like that?

As soon as I look up towards my window, I notice the black butterfly. It flutters through my window as if it doesn't exist. That's when my heart starts pounding. No no no no no. That's an akuma. Dang it why didn't I think about that!?

I quickly stand up as it goes even closer. I'm already against the wall, so I can't back up even more. "Back off." I growl.
It doesn't. It just gets closer until it touches the crumpled photo in my hand. I'm startled when a voice fills my head.

"Ah, the memories of one's childhood. Such a shame those moments were cut short. All thanks to that girl you call sister."

"Oh shut it Hawkmoth!" I yell. But then I realize Lila is still in her room, so I lower my voice while still talking angrily. "You actually think you can get me to do what you want? You're even dumber than I thought."

Memories fill my head, the best ones, the worst ones, the even worse ones. There's so many reasons to cause someone else pain.

I won't though, because deep down I know I'm better than that.

Then again, am I really better then that? I'm sarcastic, bitter, and most of the time a total pessimist. The qualities that make people stay away from me. The things that make me want to slap myself even more.

But there's one thing that I don't consider as bad as the others: Unless  you're my mom, or there's a good reason for it, I won't let you tell me what to do.

There's silence. I start again. "Let me guess, get revenge on my sister, take Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous? That's what you want me to do right?"

I can't use my powers. He'll know I have them and it'll give him a reason to come after me again. Unless...

"You don't want harm to come across your sister. How noble. Just think about all the times she's---"

"All the times she's been a pain? Yeah she has. But if I had to choose who to hurt, you'd be the one getting hurt. So just leave me alone! You're not getting anything!"

And with that, the voice I was hearing just seconds ago leaves my head, and the akuma flies out of the crumpled picture and out my open window.

I sit there for a moment, taking quick breaths. My hands are shaking. That was...so close. How could I let it get that is close?! What is wrong with me?

.....

All I know is one thing: I can't let this happen again. Because if it does, I may not be able to keep myself in check.

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