JonMasterson
They say you can suppress lies.
But you can't.
They stay in the forefront of your mind as you battle between it and the truth.
I learned it that day on Capitol Hill, knowing I had to support this bill if my children were going to live.
Nobody knows what's at stake behind my voting record.
All because of my stupid mistake that one summer night...
That phrase was there, burning in the forefront of her mind. Her temple throbbed under the pressure of cold, steel gun. Her mind tried to process what the masked man told her—give it here. She would easily comply if she only knew what this elusive it was.
"I don't know," she whimpered, the words fumbling over her shaking lips. "I don't know what you want."
Then she felt the glove make open-palmed contact with her cheek. It began as a sting below the skin, then broke into a raging fire. She recoiled at the contact. He screamed once again and she broke down.
"I don't know!"
It was then she heard the shot. It sounded like a canon in her ears, and she prepared for the life to flow slowly from her head-wound.
But it did not.
It took a few moments to realize it, but the gunman laid dead at her feet. She looked over to her right, only to find a sight more terrifying than the former.
The blood ran from her face as she rasped, "David".
Her husband—thought dead for twenty years—was now back.
And he was holding the gun at her now.
"It's good to be back," he said with a wicked smile as he pulled the trigger.
Self-harm. It was something, well really an issue, that I always overlooked during high school. I never thought I'd have to talk anyone out of it, but even more importantly? I didn't know I'd be doing it myself.
My skin may not be paper, but I still cut it. I need help but I can't seem to find any. Maybe I don't want any. This demon inside won't let go, no matter how much I want it to.
"Kill her." The order came from the Queen's lips quickly and sharply, the mere tone in which she said it frightening me down to the core. I blinked once, twice, three times, just staring at her, wondering if she was serious or just acting out of anger.
"Milady, you can't be serious." I swallowed thickly, wondering if I'd chosen the correct words. Her hand balled into a fist and slammed down on the arm of her chair.
"Kill her!" She repeated, her voice echoing throughout the chamber, making me jump. She rose from her chair and started inching towards me, and immediately I started walking backwards, fear pulsating my body.
"Do whatever it takes, just get rid of her! I never want to see my sister as long as I live!"
Leader gave the orders: kill everyone in sight. No one was to be spared.
But how could he? He knew his mother lived in the village below. And not to mention the others he grew up with. Those he called family. Those he called friends.
No matter the penalty, he could not kill them.
"Make the sell," James Peters said, putting a finger down on the map laid out across his oak desk. "If you do, there's a large bonus in it for you."
He took another long drag from his cigar, and patted Andrew on the shoulder. "I've invested a lot in you, Drew. Let's make this one stick, okay?"