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August 22, 2010
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“You popped my heart seams,” she heard over her speakers. And he did. He’d lied so gracefully that it was impossible not to believe it. Maybe it was because she was just that gullible. She didn’t know.
Come to think of it, she thought, he did seem like the type of person who would live a secret life. Everything he said and did didn’t all add up. She didn’t ask questions because she cared about him too much to accuse him of lying.
So as she heard, “You popped my heart seams,” the negative memories came flooding back. She remembered that repressing feeling she got when she finally realized that all he’d ever told her was lie after lie, and the fact that he was not phased by it. She, on the other hand was giddy, fidgety and awkward.
She cried on the way home that one day when he forgot about her after school. She waited in the musty grey hallway, all alone, with not a soul to talk to.
“I’ll be right back,” he lied. She sat there on the wooden bench and watched him with his blue jeans and black Nikes walk up the sloped hallway and disappear around the corner. She heard loud voice of him and some other girls talking. “They’re better than me. Sorry I’m not like them,” she couldn’t help thinking. After twenty minutes of waiting she got fed up and left the school
Her eyes stung with walled up tears on the windy walk home. All the insensitive things were all adding up in her brain now.
She didn’t know why she stuck onto him for so long. All he did was lie to her and act ashamed of her. She would often put on a fancy dress and sit in front of the mirror for a long while and ask herself, “Am I pretty enough for him yet?” Then she would take the blue and green cross stitching yarn necklace he’d made for her between her fingers and look at it with extreme scrutiny. What did this mean? Was it supposed to magically make everything all better? Was it an implied “I love you”? She couldn’t tell.
Now she notices it even more so. Now that its’ all over. Even though it itches like hell sometimes and would like to chop it off with every pair of scissors she comes across, she doesn’t. It brings back the good memories. Of the freezing days at the park. Reading the dictionary. Trying to lure her fat dog into her room. Sitting on the bus together to band contests. It makes her think that he might’ve, possibly, maybe cared once a long time ago when he used to talk to her in public. She should just cut it off and bury it in her backyard, or throw it in a lake. That way she wouldn’t have to think of his lies anymore and she could sleep well at night, knowing the subject of him and his lies would never come up again.
But if she did that, then he would take off the bracelet she made him and he’d forget about her forever.
Why should she care? He only seemed to care when they were alone. Why should she pay him any respects when he couldn’t do the same for her? The classiest jerk she knew didn’t deserve any of that. She couldn’t help it. It was her personality….caring about people too much was her specialty. Although, people treated her like crap.
“Just cut off the necklace,” her friends would tell her. “It’s that simple.”
It wasn’t. When you cared about someone that much you couldn’t.
But he was a liar. He made her hide in the closet. He called her crazy for it. He was ashamed of her for no apparent reason. He cared more about his shallow cheerleader girlfriends than her.
She remembered every word he said, every lie he told. Memorized everything about him. She never received an apology ever. “I’m sorry, dear. I hurt you.” That was all she needed. Ha! Like that was going to happen.
She thinks cutting off the necklace will be liberating.
She wants to cut off the necklace.
She reaches for the scissors.
“You popped my heart seams.”
Her chest tightens.
She closes her eyes. Opens them. Throws the scissors across the room.
The dog jumps up and gives her a pissed off look. The scissors barely missed her sleeping pet.
She was so close. It would be the last thing she’d need to do before she started the process of forgetting about him completely. Everything else was already nice and neat in a box ready to be buried. This was the last thing to be added. Somehow she couldn’t. Somehow this was the last time she’d believe him. But she said that the last fifty times.
Maybe he does care. Maybe he does love me. Now she knew she was lying to herself. But the thought couldn’t be shoved out of her mind.
Stupid necklace. Stupid liar. Comfortable liar. He can have his stupid cheerleader girlfriends. An apology would be nice though. A passing glance. A wave. A smile. Anything. She wished she’d stop beating around the bush and bury the hatchet. She got up but didn’t look at her neck in the mirror. “My take on you is simple…you comfortable liar.” Chevelle now played on her iPod. Notice me, talk to me, care about me….something! You comfortable liar.

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Livvyluv203 said...
Aug. 28, 2010 at 8:16 pm
I really really like this. I was in a situation almost exactly like this a few months ago and I can totally relate to all the feelings and emotions. There's so much you want to say to the liar and when you're still so wrapped up in those situations you can't. And though you know ridding yourself of the one thing thats tearing you apart is good for you, you're scared to let it go.
TheNVynceAble replied...
Aug. 29, 2010 at 2:16 pm
haha yes. and so instead, you write things like this and only hope that someday they will stumble across it and understand how bad they hurt you :P
Mykindapeopledontcarewhatyouthink said...
Aug. 28, 2010 at 4:59 pm



TheNVynceAble replied...
Aug. 29, 2010 at 2:15 pm
aww, thanks :)
thepreechyteenager said...
Aug. 27, 2010 at 2:48 pm

This story was really amazing.  You really did capture so much emotion in this piece.  I've never, ever been in a situation remotley like this, and yet I feel like I know how it feels now.  Do you know when you will post more work?

This is a big favor I'm about to ask you.  Can you read my story, "Encounter"?  It's a little bit long (about 4 pages on word) so I don't expect you to read it right away, but I want someone with your skill to read and comment, pleas... (more »)

TheNVynceAble replied...
Aug. 27, 2010 at 6:23 pm
I'm glad :))) I love capturing emotion in writing. And yes, I will read your story :) since you read my story which is five pages on word, I 'll read your's right away
Maxwell said...
Aug. 27, 2010 at 7:11 am
Really, really, really good! I could really feel the emotion in the writing. And I believe we all know someone,  or have someone in our past like the "comfortable liar". Very relateable work. Definately keep writing. Would you please read some of mine? (:
TheNVynceAble replied...
Aug. 27, 2010 at 1:04 pm
OMG! thank you for reading my story!! I shall read some of yours :D
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