A Perfect Liar

So... I think... this is going to be an excerpt from a short story... "A Perfect Liar."... that pulls inspiration from a dark mind filled with murdered memories. As it is, this is just a page of rambling that I wrote several months ago. Maybe someday it will hold meaning, though.

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“Where did he go?”

Look out of the classroom. The sun just began to shine. Strange, because inside your mind, everything is overcast. The world has gone grey. It’s not raining. It’s not thundering. Just grey. Not night, not that dark. Just grey. Not cold. Not warm. Just grey.

You couldn’t explain why, because you don’t know what happened. You don’t know what upset him so… You don’t truly understand why he trusted a boy with a tattoo more than you. You. Someone he has said he loves. But then again, why do you trust him?

You know he’s lied to you. You know he is a self-proclaimed dick. You know of his hypocrisies and his disbelief. Or, his belief in lies. What irony. He has put faith in being unfaithful; he has put trust in being untrustworthy. Then again, so did you.

Fine irony. And what a perfect liar. You must be your own perfect match. Applaud yourself. Receive a pat from me for your back. You made love with truth in a bed of lies. How modern you must be. How intelligent. How mentally lost and unkind. “No.” No? There is no such thing as a kind lie. You are hurting yourself and everyone else by saying there is.

Look! See?

Deceiver. Hater. Hurter. Killer. Rapist.

You know the truth. Start speaking it. Look! Even now your own mind has found it. Found its way back to your little “problem”. The thing you pretend to have overcome.

LIAR. Why else would it come back to this? You started with thinking about him, but it’s NOT about him. It’s always about you.

HATER. He deserves more than you. So much more. You are the problem.

HURTER. You hurt him.

KILLER. You killed him.

RAPIST. So long ago… Do you remember? “NO.” NO???...

… Liar.