User:MniSIa14yo

Talents

 

Everyone has something they’re good at. Whether it be the slamming of a ball on the shiny, gymnasium floor, or the delicate glide of a pen on a crispy, white sheet of paper. Sure, there are those typical things, populating the world...but not everyone’s talent is visible to the naked eye. Some people’s talents are too dangerous, too abominable to be publicly discussed. I was one of those people whose talent was disregarded with unimportance. I was a liar. A pathological liar. If you’ve ever met one, chances are, you don’t even know their real name. With their lying being an addiction and all.

I would constantly lie, out of spite sometimes. Other times, I would do it to protect myself. I had created a twisted path, made entirely out of lies. Telling the truth was no longer an option.

As I slowly placed my two, bare feet on the cool, marble tiles, there was a knock at my door. Who on earth would be visiting me at 1:00 AM? I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes, as I did a quick check around my room, making sure everything was in place. Then, I grabbed the dark blue ski mask off of my nightstand, and reluctantly tugged it over my face. I made my way to the front door, making sure every door in the house was closed as I walked. The floorboards creaked under my weight. When I finally made it to the door, I was annoyed to see that whoever had interrupted my nightly trip to the attic, had vanished without notice. And then I heard it again. That knock! But this time, it was coming from upstairs.

“Classic horror movie scene.” I scoffed at no one in particular, as I headed up the latter, checking behind me to make sure no one had awoken to my noisy arousal.

I opened the hatch to the attic, only to be knocked off of the later by something falling out of the small opening. When I finally regained consciousness, I was greeted with a pair of black eyes, staring right back into my dark, gray orbs.

“Who….who...are you” I coughed. Immediately, the person jumped back. I could tell now that instead of those black eyes I had awoken too, it was a pair of sunglasses. A doctor’s mask was secured tightly around the person's face, so that no facial features were recognizable.

“I’m God.” The person laughed. I could tell that the voice belonged to a female. Her thick, black hair hung in strands over her face, looking greasy and unkempt. She wore a bright pink shirt stained with dirt and what looked like blood, and a dark gray skirt that fell to her ankles. I was sure that I had come face to face with someone who had escaped some sort of asylum. Only someone as unhealthy and insane as she looked would claim to be “god.”

“Look….I don’t know who the HECK you are….but you better get out of my house….before I wake them up.” I trembled, putting emphasis on them. She had no idea whose house she was in.

I couldn’t see her face, but I could tell by the wrinkle in the mask that she had a massive grin spread across her lips.

“You’re silly, Brian.” She cocked her head and giggled. How on earth did she know my name?!

“That’s it….I’m calling the cops.” I backed into the corner, reaching for the phone on the coffee table near where I had woken up. A crash of thunder followed by lightning illuminated the previously dim room. For a split second...I knew I was staring death in the eyes. I saw things on the girl I hadn’t seen before. Bruises and cuts littered her arms. A bone protruded from her knee. She was ghastly. How could someone with such severe injuries have the power to tackle a grown man to the ground, and then stand back up?

“What about themmm….” She drew out the “m” sound like an irritated child.

“Kid, just get out of my house.” I lunged towards her, knowing that there was no way she could escape me with her leg. Surprisingly, she dodged quickly.

“Brian...I know what you did…..you can’t hide forever.” The wrinkles in her mask moved with her small voice, emanating off of the walls. She slowly inched towards me. Soon, all the locked doors throughout my house started rattling.

“No….” I whimpered.

“Oh, but Brian, we’re all tired of being lied to. We’re oh so very tired.” I could see a tear glisten down the small area of cheek that was visible. Soon, I could hear all the whispers, echoing down the hallways. The doors shook violently, as the handles popped off.

“Why….why are you doing this? WHO ARE YOU?!” I yelled, falling to the ground.

“I already told you. I am God.” She ripped off her sunglasses and mask, and I was met with a horror undescribable by man. An eyeless girl, with rotted purple skin, and bloody yellow teeth met my gaze.

Now, all the doors were open. I could see them. All of the people I had lied too. All the people I had used. They were all in my house. I didn’t realize….all this lying. I thought it was innocent. Soon, I was surrounded by the remains of the people I had known throughout my life. What was this? I knew what was behind those doors, and this was...no….there was no way in heck that hid these people behind my doors.

“Brian...is there anything you want to say to these people?” The girl whispered. I felt two small, cold hands wrap around my neck.

“I’m NOT a liar!” I tried to free myself from her grasp, but her grip only became stronger.

“You’re just digging your grave deeper and deeper.” I could feel her cool breath on my cheek, as she whispered in my ear.

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! I SWEAR! I didn’t……” I sobbed into my hands.

“Liar...liar…..pants on fire.” She finished her childish chant, and I fell to the floor.

When I woke up, all I saw was darkness, but I knew where I was. I was in the attic, the attic in which I had used to hide the worse lie of them all. As I tried to push myself up, I felt something crinkly under my hand. I slowly picked it up, and wandered to the window in the attic, and with just enough moonlight I could clearly see what I was grasping in my hand. I saw the thick black hair and bright blue eyes of my daughter, staring right back at me, above a small scribble stating.

“If seen, please call-” and my home phone. I suddenly remembered what I had been trying so desperately to forget. I hated it when people caught me lying.

I really, really hated it.