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Rated: E · Short Story · Friendship · #1710544
Deception..Pain...Lies
Some people came to help nourish my life. Some people came to help me as I stand. Some came to shelter me through rainy days. But some come just to see me weep while kneeling on the ground.

I thought for once they were my friends. Chatting, eating, caring. And even doing assignments together. But that was what I thought. Until that day came...that dreadful, unforgiveable day...

It was raining hard, the wind was whistling loud; trampling the branches and leaves off the tall, strong trees. There was a storm to come. We were stranded inside the school campus. Not allowed to go home until such time that it's safe outside and ready to walk onto. Then, something came up and I need to get my belongings in the locker. I went alone to get it. The hall was dead silent, very silent that I could only hear the rush of rain outside the wind shills and the annoying footsteps that my feet made. But then, I heard something, something that cause me to shiver...voices? It's so faint that I can't guess what it was. The sound was soft, I thought maybe I was about to face a paranormal being, but no, it's whispers!

I wan't sure but I felt an urge to listen, to eavesdrop on the conversation or what it was. I want to know what were those sound, sound from something or someone that is. And why did it attracts my heart so much. Out of curiosity, I followed the faint sound. I went nearer, nearer, then nearer. And, at each step I took, the sound grew louder, louder and grew to be a familiar voice. I went more close but then stopped. For some reason I felt a need to hide myself from what I saw. So, I hid myself at the corner of the hall. A place that I could hear clear.

"What are they talking? Are they keeping secrets from me? No way, we're best friends!" I thought as I look at them. Then, I listened more, and knew for once that it was I they were talking about. Their voices grew even softer, I struggled to hear clearly without getting notice. And because of doing so, I heard...I heard words, painful words addressing me. I covered my mouth with my hand shaking to stop my voice from being bloated because of shockness. My eyes grew big after hearing. It let off tears to run down on my cheeks. I cannot understand how they could say such words.

"We cannot hurt her for now, we still need money from that "money bank". Let's just act good in front of her, so we can still use her. Dont forget she's our "money bank". Poor girl, she's too foolish..."

Those phrase were delivered to mock my name, to mock my personality. To insult the whole me!

I ran without even caring if they noticed me or not. I ran out through the strong rain and blowing wind, with my eyes filled with tears. Deceived? Yes, I was deceived. All those laughter and smiles were nothing more than a phantom. The hardest part of it was they made me believed on that fake friendship. They were right, I was a fool to let myself get hurt.

I felt very pitiful. I felt like something was scrapping my insides and letting the whole me bleeds. I was nothing more than their financial security,  nothing more.

As I weep my eyes turned to vanquish. Filled with pain and lies, I rushed inside, wet. I wasn't thinking very clear, all my ability to rational thinking went off because of deception. My feet moved without control across the hall. I slammed the classroom door, and went inside it. I focused my raging eye onto those whom I turned to hate. I didn't even tried to get a glimpse on other students. I rushed near them. Raised my hand and with a furious blow, I slapped both of them. Everyone was shocked as they should be, but no one dared to utter a word, no one dared to stop me for my eyes itself startled all of them.
"So...you heard?" they said as they wept with their cheeks in red and swollen. But my mouth was closed, there are no words to speak. I left them without a word. With shame and pain. But even though I did that, it didn't change the fact that I was deceived. I was the one bearing much pain, and I was the one who grieves.
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