Little white lies

Lies, lies, its all lies says the cat to the bird. Eat me, feed me to the brushed lips of a fox says the bunny to the sly fox. At least that is how life came to change for me in this rather large in-habitted town of people who could care less about anything other than their home behind closed doors. Coincidence is a habit of nature just like a snake is to a rat. It eats on the small, and gives to the strong. These lies, wrap up us like little cocoones until we reap what we sow.

I for one don't want to be the teller of the story, but if not me , who is left to spill the facts about the truths that lay in hiding around us. No one is perfect but that doesn't mean no one likes to try , and its the trying that kills us. Burns like a fire that erupts from an old furnace in a molded basement. I don't write by force but rather everyone deserves the honesty that some just cannot speak of. 6 years ago a terrible, horrible event occurred, some of it was maybe my fault . At 21 now, drunk as god only wishes he knew , my memory can be fuzzy of nights that I use to forget, shove to the back of wherever I could think.

Hell I was fourteen then just starting high school. Who knew that someone wanted my best friend dead like no tomorow . Well maybe there wasn't a tomorrow for her. A game too far gone, should of known that games were meant to kill not to have fun. At least games like truth or dare where one wrong question could turn into a wicked hunt. Even now I'm afraid to look over my shoulder in a small town bar where the lights flicker off and on, and the bar tender is old enough to be your damn grandfather. The people that surround you around the bar are dead beats who lost everything to gambling, or another person sticking their head in the game for money.

Forget where I am that could only get me killed, or worse caught right back into the trapped snare that's set around the corner. However , back then we were niave the entire town, the school, hell even the tourists. Why not drag them in their just as involved as any of us are. No one can hide from the truth, but we can hide the truth with lies. So we do we call a game truth or dare? If in reality most people lie when they ask for truth, and run from a dare?

It was Halloween night like every Halloween people were dressed in crazy costumes from batman, spider man , all the way to a card board box of someone trying to be a pop-tart. I'm sure there is always one of those in every town right? The air was chilly because a snow storm was about to strike the next , but still people seemed to find a way to dress skimpier than usual.

Rosa as I nicknamed her was flaunting her little bunny outfit at the age of 15 , only a year older and still she held the five of us like a queen her people. I mean she could of been the white queen in Alice in wonderland, except she had the personality of the red queen instead. Everyone else would agree to , there was no way Rosa was anything but a angel that day .

Her crispy brown hair fluffed into a nice pretty wave with pink gunny ears, style obviously not occurring to her, with a hip riding skirt, and pink high Heels. Dressed for something more than just trick or treating, That night can be a blur , a large splotch of black ink, but I know one thing her killer is out there, still, and he is on my tale like a shark. But that party there is more there , I just know it.