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Life After Lies - Chapter 11Life After Lies
"He didn't waste any time in telling me. According to him, I'll be dead within a week."
I cracked my eyes open, finally freed from the barrage of nightmares that had tormented me throughout the night. Struggling to regain full consciousness, I quickly realized that the light of dawn had not flooded my vision when I awoke.
Wondering how I'd slept, I turned my head to squint at my little digital clock, which read 4:45.
I let out a noise that was halfway between a groan and a sigh. Trying to go back to sleep was pointless now. Out of pure habit, I yawned and raised my hands to rub at my cheeks, feeling the remnants of dried tears as I touched the skin. My movements were slow and heavy, and the events of the previous day still fresh in my mind as I untangled my legs from my frumpy beige bedsheets. In reality, I wanted nothing more than to turn over and just lie in bed, but no. I needed to be up. I need
Life After Lies - Chapter 10Life After Lies
I expected him to unleash his rage through a burst of unchecked violence, like kicking something or throwing a punch at the wall, but no.
The next thing he did was much, much worse.
Inhaling deeply, Johnathon Rhodes turned his head toward my boss, indescribable rage burning within his bloodshot eyes. Slowly, he exhales, and uttered two simple words that made everything come crashing down.
I walked down the cold, dark hallway, the walls on either side of me lined with cell doors. Each step sent tremors up my spine, and everything around me seemed unreal, like I was trapped in some sort of sick fantasy. It was almost if my mind was rejecting reality, refusing to believe that I'd just heard that...asshole order Noah's death. Emotions raged violently in my stomach in an uncontrolable tornado that did nothing to calm my frantically pulsating heart.
For a small, fleeting m
Life After Lies - Chapter Nine
Life After Lies
"Did you get any sleep whatsoever before coming here?" he asked as I wrapped more bandages around his torso.
"Yes," I replied tonelessly.
Noah's eyes narrowed as we locked gazes.
I rolled my eyes.
"So? Why would it matter" The sound of my PDA ringing in my pocket cut me off. I sighed in exasperation as I pulled it out, noting that the little digital clock in the top right corner read seven AM.
It was a message from Rhodes again. I scowled. As if I wanted to hear from him.
There will be a meeting to discuss yesterday's event at three. Be there. -J.R."
When it came to meetings like this one, I'm usually able to keep my composure. It was never too difficult to retain a straight face in these kinds of situations. Even when it came down to Rhode
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No one talks to her when she arrives. Instead, they all avert their eyes, mumbling amongst themselves as she passes. No laughter. No comments about how she deserved everything she got on that forsaken island. No point in telling someone something that they already know.
She can feel their stares on her back, and she knows that their eyes are all dulled with a silent, burning hatred. It doesn't bother her or make her angry, although she knows it should. In any other case, she would direct some biting comment at them, but there is a certain numbness that restrains her from doing anything at all.
She receives her key and walks stiffly to her room, not bothering to slam the door shut in some immature tantrum. She does not take any comfort in the fact that her new temporary living quarters are clean, free of mosquitoes, and actually kind of nice. She just lets her bag fall to the carpeted floor, slips off her shoes, and curls up on her bed, creating
Life After Lies - Chapter 8Disclaimer: I don't own Heather, Noah, TDI, or TDA. Teletoon owns them all. This fanfic is solely for entertainment purposes. This authoress is not affiliated with Teletoon, CN, or the creators of the Total Drama Series in any way.
Life After Lies
I stopped, holding the door open and deliberately not making eye contact.
"Yeah?" I replied softly.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure.
"Your welcome. Noah?"
Hopefully, he didn't hear the crack in my voice.
"Don't forget to breathe."
I heard him give a bitter chuckle.
I let the door click shut.
Uncertainty clouded my head as I stepped into my car the next night. I really wasn't supposed to be doing this, and I didn't even want to think about what would happen to me if I was caught.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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