Lying is my forte, you know?
But I'm not so good at being honest…
It's kinda funny, actually…"
My truest tales sound the most false!
It has been ten years since that monster called out to me. That monster. It was clad in black, and it had those powerful red eyes. Those eyes were powerful, yes, and they came at a price – you had to have some sort of misfortune in your life.
Those eyes were unique and unusual. On that day ten years ago, the monster gave me those powerful eyes. Those eyes were meant for lying. They were meant to deceive people. And I….. used it exactly for that purpose. Since that time, I've been a true liar. There was nothing and no one I could not fool.
Using those eyes, I learnt how to survive. They taught me how to cover up my past. They taught me how to cover up the result harsh beatings and abuse I went through. They taught me how to put on a smiling face when I was broken up and confused inside. And most importantly, they taught me how to lie.
My past was something I never really liked to talk about. It was something to be lied about, and not to be told to other people. My parents never really seemed to like me. They were always drunk. They were abusive. I was merely an object meant for them to vent their frustration. In a situation like that, what else could I do but lie? I would lie to my 'friends' about my family situation. Tell my teachers that the bruises I had were because I was careless and had tripped. All I could do was lie.
I was sent to an orphanage, where I met two others who had met that monster and were given those red eyes. One of them hated night; The other hated lies. By then, I had realized that those red eyes were given to us to fulfill our wishes. The monster had simply granted us our wishes. So all we could do was use those eyes, right?
Even with these eyes, we can't live alone in this cruel world. Slowly, I have been swallowed by this power, but there's nothing I can do about it— I can no longer be saved.
On that day ten years ago, when the monster gave me those eyes, she told me, "Keep on lying!". How could I not. By then, lying was already a significant part of me. It defined me. Lying….really is my forte, you know?
Note: LOL I'm sorry. m(_ _)m This was meant for Kano day but it's a little very late. This is my first time I ever wrote in this style, so I don't have that much experience in it. This is kinda really short and random. And very weird. I shall try better next time.