Deception

Chapter 2: Fly Away

Previously in Deception:

I push through the crowds of people in front of me and continue to run down the narrow sidewalk. I have lost count of the minutes that I have been sprinting, too afraid to look back; too afraid to go home. I know what I saw. I know whom I saw.

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I know someone could look at me and easily bypass me as an innocent, normal girl. Nothing out of the ordinary; light brown hair, Carmel eyes and a tall figure.

Except.

Except there used to be two...two of us. And though most people will walk by and smile, possibly thinking I look just like a normal optimistic lady, they're awry and misguided. They are deceived by what they see, or whom they wish to see. Because what I am and who I have become doesn't even come close to what they fear they are capable of even imagining of the reality behind a "normal girl". Who I am is just one more thing I hide behind a solemn smile. As much as I wish I was exactly who they think I am, I am not. They don't see the permanently stained blood on my hands. They don't see the darkness that has swallowed my heart.

They are completely and utterly blind.

Chapter 2:

By the time I make it home, I am completely ennervated. A part of me wished to stay on the train all night but the last thing I needed was for my parents to have a panic attack.

I tiptoe up the stairs and into my room as faintly as possible. I can hear my brother's obnoxious snores through the thin wall that separates us. I groan in indignation.

By the time I strip myself of clothing and snuggle under my duvet, my body is already asleep. I stare up at the ceiling and listen to my brother's snoring. I always listen to every sound before I sleep. It's the little things that count. It's hearing the door creak open downstairs that prevents a life being taken. It's always the little things.

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His hands are on my neck. He is squeezing, punishing me. I hear Ellie screaming. She's crying, telling me to kick him. I squirm under him but its no use; I am too tiny. Ellie is crying and suddenly I am crying too. Fairytales weren't supposed to end like this.

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I wake with a slight gasp, clutching my sheets with full fists. I look to the time and sigh. 5 AM. Of course.

Slowly, I stretch my legs and hop out of my bed. Closing my eyes tightly, I hum to myself until the nightmare vanishes from my head. Then, I breathe in slowly, walking straight to my drawer and pull at my pack of cigarettes.

I remind myself of what my favorite author once wrote.

"Each cigarette takes away one day of your life."

Then I purposely shove three in my mouth and grab my lighter. Before exiting out onto my balcony, I wrap myself in my duvet. Then I sit on the lawn chair and light the three cigarettes all out once and take a large puff.

I watch the stars recede as the light swallows the night whole. It's an intriguing sight really. Watching the sky transform into different colors.

The night sky is such a deep blue, almost black really. It reminds me of the ocean at night, like when I am on the beach and staring out into the sea and suddenly I realize that I cant tell which is the sky and which is the ocean anymore. Kind of how sometimes I cant tell what's right or wrong...they just integrate.