BetrayalA Story by lrigDThere was
pain, and there was anger. Betrayal. It had a
bitter taste, a stale taste; you wonder if this is what it feels like to be betrayed,
and somewhere a small part of you hopes this is all there is to it. Because if
it is just this, you may be able to live. What had
happened? Weeks ago, you were just another one; part of life, part of your
family, your country. Just another person. And now? Who are you?
What is beyond your exterior? What moves
people to talk to you? Why do people decide to avoid you? Is there
anything defining about you now, anything that has changed? Betrayal? Can people
see it, smell it? Do they walk by, see you and realize who you are? Is your
cover blown? Insecurity,
so many uncertainties: so many questions, yet so little answers. It sometimes
drives you crazy. There is no
reason in your thinking now " you are illogical, irrational. Can you be blamed?
What
happened? You don’t
know, dazed as you are. All you know, is that this is it; the moment of truth,
the moment that will tell you whether you live or die. Which one
will it be? © 2010 lrigDAuthor's Note
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