I'm not a compulsive liar.
I know I'm not.
Lies just come really naturally out of my mouth. I mean it's not that hard, someone with just a smidge of creativity can do it.
Okay, maybe I am.
But hey, it's one of my charms.
I never did understand how people got so caught up with their lies that the truth would eventually come out. It's not that hard to keep track of all your lies. You're just telling a story, a story everyone will soon believe because you're just that damn good.
Besides, when all else fails, just tell another lie.
It will literally get you out of anything, long as you add the right component.
Guilt.
'Oh, what's that officer? I was going to fast? I'm so sorry, but I think my appendix burst somewhere back there… Speaking of, do you know the direction of the closest hospital?'
'I'm sorry I didn't get my report done but I spent most of the night in the ER because my little brother broke his arm…'
'Sorry I couldn't get you a birthday gift, my parents are in like extreme debt now and I didn't want to put them under any more stress by asking for money…'
It's all in the guilt. The worse they feel, the easier it is to convince.
I practically grew up lying; it just came natural from an early age. 'But mommy! I did finish my carrots!' I've gotten better at it as the years have gone by, now I'm a goddamn pro.
And I'm not this self-centered bitch that thinks I'm so much better than I really am, I know I'm good.
Because everyone believes the lies I throw at them.
They always have. I have everyone around me so convinced I'm someone I'm not. It was so easy to bend the truth until it formed something easy enough for me to work with, and convince everyone that I'm someone I'm not.
Robbie and Andre believed I was actually their friend, Cat believed I could tolerate her, and Beck believed I loved him.
They believed all of it.
And it was too damn easy.
I never thought I'd end up here.
Kicking and screaming and scratching and clawing and thrashing violently on a hospital bed as a nurse sticks a needle into my thigh. The room goes black.
Why am I here?
Because I told the wrong lie to the wrong person at the wrong time.
Oh sweetheart, weren't you the one who said it wasn't hard to keep track of your lies?