UNEDITED
I sat near the edge of my bed in the solitude of the grey walls, lost in my thoughts.
After what happened yesterday, I had excused myself out of there as fast as my feet could carry me. Alan was worried, but I reassured him that I was just feeling a bit unwell and that he shouldn't worry. He was confused at first, but decided to let it go.
The picture frame I saw in Alan's house contained two photographs. One of them had a much younger Alan in them, as I could recognize him from his younger years on stage. He must've been about 10 years old when it was taken. The other photo also had a boy beaming at the camera. That boy appeared to be older than Alan. It was a familiar face I didn't think I would ever see again. It was the face of the boy that had stuck by my side through hardest parts of my childhood. The boy who would defend me from being bullied and taught me that I deserved a home. It was Keith.
That picture was one that was taken back in the orphanage. I could recognize him easily.
Never would I have imagined that Keith was Alan's brother.
Or that all this time I had been watching reruns of the show oblivious that Keith was there.
The memories that swirled in my mind were bits and pieces, yet with an impending headache it had all fit together like pieces from a puzzle long forgotten.
It was clear as day.
In one way or another, Alan believed that I was the one who was responsible for his brother's death.
You are responsible Livia. You practically killed him. If you weren't there that night, he wouldn't have died. He would be taking some other road. He wouldn't be late.
He wouldn't have died.
And your dad too.
How many people do you have to kill, Livia?
Murderer.
You're a murderer.
No. No.
I can explain. I'm sure Alan would listen to me.
Why should he? He wouldn't. You're a liar. You will always be a liar.
I cried myself to sleep once again, the wetness of the pillow providing no comfort to be heart.
It was dark.
That was the first thing I had noticed.
The trees around me swayed with the wind, allowing the breeze to pick up the leaves and shake the branches.
It was quiet, too.
The only sounds being heard were the sound of wind through the trees and the deafening sound of my rapidly beating heart.
From the darkness, a figure approached me, clouded in the shadows of the trees. Dried leaves crunched and twigs broke as the figure approached. Closer and closer until I could see their face illuminated from the moonlight.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't run.
The figure smiled at me.
"Found you," Alan grinned.
"How did you find me?" I found myself asking.
"Easy. You're short."
I puffed out my cheeks, offended at the remark.
"Where are we?"
"Oh, right. Come on, I have something to show you." He took my hand and led me further inside the trees.
YOU ARE READING
A Thousand Lies
Romance"What were you going to do? Jump after me?" "You jump, i jump" "What's this, titanic?" ********* When Livia Walter got into the school of her dreams, little did she know that she was going to meet her celebrity crush, Alan Leuwenhook; the music pro...
