It was so easy…

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“I didn’t think it would work so well,” I said, wringing my long hands in my lap. I picked at my cuticles, not looking up at the immaculately dressed woman sitting across the way. “I didn’t expect her to eat all of those lies.” I shook my head, my scraggly brown hair shifting almost as if it were uncomfortable just being on my head. “But she did, didn’t she? She ate them.” Ceaselessly fidgeting, I ripped off part of one of my broken fingernails, examining it as I mumbled to myself. “I made them all with care,” I muttered, “I did.” I hardly noticed that the woman was staring at me until she cleared her stately throat. My gaze snapped up, a strange, vibrant green that was only made brighter by the deep circles under my eyes. “Yes?”

“Nothing, please continue, Mr.” I was somewhat affronted.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” I said tersely, but I looked back down into my lap when the woman arched a brow at me. “I’m sorry. I suppose you want me to talk to you. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” I began to pick at my hands again, mumbling into my lap. That momentary sharpness was completely lost, leaving a nervous-looking young man sitting in a flimsy metal chair, behind several inches of shatterproof glass. “Not that it matters that I’m here… I’m dead, aren’t I? I’m dead.” I nodded, tapping my feet on the tile floor. “I’m dead because she ate all those lies.”

“Lies?” The woman echoed, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at my face. Once again, my odd green eyes snapped up to look at her. My brows furrowed angrily, as if I had been rudely interrupted.

“I wasn’t talking to you!” I hissed, but then became meek and returned to looking in my lap. “I made them all so carefully. So perfect… Every last one of them. Now they’re all gone down her pretty little throat. They made a pretty little hole, too. Right in her pretty little stomach.” My head snapped up again. “Isn’t that right?” This time, the woman paused before replying.

“Are you talking to me?” She asked carefully. Perhaps a change of tack might fetch better results. She glanced at her watch, brushing a wisp of auburn hair out of her face. She only had me for another twenty minutes. Tugging her sleeve back over her watch, she studied my thin, ghostly face as I nodded.

“I am talking to you,” I replied, a new vibrancy in my eerie green eyes.

“Then, that’s right,” she nodded. “Her stomach was ruptured.” I smiled, but then put one hand over my mouth as I began to chuckle. My laughter was surprisingly low, and sinister. I could see the red-head shiver and smooth her skirt, but didn’t care.

“Do you know what she said to me, when I brought them to her? The lies? ‘You shouldn’t have.’ That’s what she said.” I was no longer picking at my hands; instead I had them rested on the ledge, close to the glass between them, drumming my filthy fingernails on the surface. “Every time, she said it.” I stopped drumming my fingers for a moment, scratching at the back of my head. “So, then, I’d give her another one. I liked hearing her say so.” I smiled again. I was watching the woman behind the glass intently, now. “Do you understand that? Haven’t you heard someone say something, and wished you could hear them say it over, and over?”

By then, I was grinning widely, showing off a mouthful of twisted, but somehow immaculate teeth. My gaze had become almost predatory. Watching the red-head squirm was nostalgic. She was uncomfortable, but I wouldn’t stop now that she was listening. I could tell that she was listening intently now. She had nodded in response to my question, and said nothing. That was how I knew. “You’re lucky. I’ll be dead soon, because of all the lies. You should take a photograph.”

I laughed at her, then, rapidly becoming less and less shy. My fidgeting was all but absent, and there was true cunning in those olive eyes of mine. “I baked all of them in my oven, and I dusted them with sugar… I bet they were sweet… And they all had a cherry on the top. She always ate those, first.” I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering. “She’d poke out her tongue, and play with it… And she’d eat it. There aren’t a lot of women who can tie a cherry stem with their tongue, you know, but she could.” I nodded, and smiled to myself. “I remember how she used to stick her index finger and thumb in her mouth, to pull out the pit. And then she’d smile.” There was a flash of green as I opened my eyes again. “Will you smile for me? I bet yours is just as pretty as hers was…” The woman shook her head, and I laughed again. “Do I scare you? Is it because I’m dead? No, no don’t answer… I’m not done talking.”

That anger that I had shown her whenever she had spoken before was present in my lean features for a brief instant, but then gave way to a look of sick nostalgia. “I was alarmed at first… I didn’t know it would be so easy. I tried to make her stop, but then… It was just so beautiful to watch.” My own tongue poked out of his mouth, sliding over my bloodless lips before disappearing back behind my jagged, twisted teeth. “It took a long time before she found out she couldn’t stop eating them. I told her she couldn’t, and she believed it. Her eyes were just like yours, did you know that? The same color. I bet they would look the same, empty.”

I lifted one of my long hands, touching the glass and trailing my long fingernails down the surface, as if to touch the woman sitting across the way. “Yes, I think they would. They’d sparkle the same, full of tears. She cried before the end. Even when she ate the cherry.” I heaved a little sigh. “I didn’t expect her to eat all those lies. But she did. Would you?” Again anger surfaced in my frail-looking face. “Would you?” I sprung up from my chair and beat on the glass, making the woman jump and start backwards. “Answer me, you bitch!” There was a flurry of movement from behind me as two of the orderlies leapt to their feet to restrain me as I became infuriated. “Would you?” As soon as the first orderly touched me, my shoulders slumped and all of my rage seemed to vanish. “I suppose it doesn’t matter,” I mumbled. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”

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