If there is anything I have learned in my seventeen years of life… it's that people lie.

The truth is very rarely ever truly revealed. People lie about every little thing – especially to their supposed loved ones. Mostly it's just to cover their own pathetic asses. What pisses me off the most, though, is that everyone seems to know this, but they don't do anything to change themselves or others.

Now, I'm not so conceited as to say I've never spoken a lie in my life. Everyone has. I've only just realized the true impact words can have on anything. It was all my fault, too. I was too naïve. I couldn't tell the difference between truth and false. If only I had noticed, maybe I wouldn't have wasted all that time.

You see, I met this guy who I originally didn't want anything to do with. We barely knew each other, for one. And yet, for some ungodly reason, he had taken a liking to me. I was beyond bored, so I decided to accept his offer to go out with me.

Not once did I believe I would end up liking him back. Not once did I think I would end up believing him. I trusted every single word that fell out of his mouth. He apparently never trusted me back.

He dumped me two weeks later, on our anniversary, over text, and with some half-ass excuse. I didn't throw a thousand questions at him like I wanted to, though. Later on, I just seriously wanted to throw anything at him. But I never asked because it's just the kind of person I am. I just let people go. I don't like tying people down because I don't believe I deserve them in the first place.

But even with that mindset, it still hurt like a bitch that he dumped me out of the blue like that. We never fought, our talks were simple and, actually, kind of cheesy, and we were just okay… Maybe that's why. Maybe I was just too boring for him. Nothing was happening and he just got bored.

Well then.

Now I really want to throw something at him.

Ah, but alas, he does not live in Ikebukuro. And I hope he never comes back. I'd be happy if I never saw his damn face again.

It was all just a fucking game to him. Every touch, every word, every promise – it was all a lie. He probably just wanted to see what kind of expression I would make if he betrayed me. Well I hope he got his money's worth. The fucking bastard.

That fucking little flea.

God damn Orihara Izaya!


First time I'm submitting a prologue of any kind. Also my first time writing for this pairing.
I dunno, I kinda was just scribbling in my notebook when I wrote this, so I decided to type it up and see where it got me.

Based off the song "If You Can't Hang" by Sleeping With Sirens, which I highly recommend listening to as you read this c: