YesterdayA Story by Laura PruettPretty rough, I'm afraid. Haven't done a lick of revision on this baby, lol ;)
My mind screams “Yesterday!” as my thoughts turn back to all that was and all that could have been. I condemn my better self for all the social amenities I’ve passed, heedless of the intrinsic lie. Smiling silkily, and hoping only to escape from this interwoven web, I creep through shadows and regret my very existence. Trapped within this tomb of those I call friends, despising them all the while, I seek solace in that oh-so-special place I love – the past. How can I get back there?
I cannot say when my transformation began. With such ease, I convinced myself to lie. There were so many excuses, so many excellent reasons to be less than honest. I didn’t see the trap for what it was, the endless cycle of only a little more, a little less honest and perhaps dishonest if necessary. With every lie, the next became infinitely easier. Soon enough, lying, cheating, stealing…even murder…seemed the only way, the only acceptable answer. And I always do what is necessary.
But someone knows. As I was leaving, running madly, panicked though I was, I noticed her – the girl. She shouldn’t have been there, not a girl like her. When I stopped running, I knew I had to find her…because she saw me too.
That’s what I’ve been doing the last few days. Stalking her. She hasn’t gone to the police yet, because she’s too afraid. I know she will though, it’s just a matter of time. It’s dark and no one is around. The opportunity is perfect and so I spring upon her, knife in hand, but the shot surprises me. I never saw the gun.
I lie dying and I smile. How ironic. This girl has bought my freedom and must pay. I see the knowledge in her eyes. Though my part in this is done, yet will the cycle still continue. As there was no beginning, there can be no end.
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1 Review Added on February 6, 2008 Last Updated on February 6, 2008 AuthorLaura PruettBrownwood, TXAboutDear You, Well, I've put off writing an information section about myself...but I suppose the time has come when all good things must end. So here I am, writing this biography that I have little inter.. more..Writing
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