I had the inspiration for this when I read this story I really identified with. I love stories like that. So I'm writing a collection of drabble-like, plot-less stories for pretty much every emotion so that hopefully, no matter what the occasion, you have something you can identify with.
"Are you all right?"
No, I'm not all right.
I want to tell you everything. There's a slightly worried look on your face, and I can just imagine you and I working through my addiction together. I could just tell you right now. Life would be so much easier.
I remember the very first time I lied. I cried, and I went to my mother and told her everything. She held me and we cried together. Oh, how I wish I could do the same today.
I don't like lying. Do you know that? Do you know that I can't look at myself in the mirror for too long or else I'll want to tell you too much? Do you know that I spend all my time thinking about how I lie? I lie all the time. It's like a disease. It spreads slowly, from the inside out. And nobody can save me now.
Of course, it doesn't have to be this way. I could just tell you. But at the same time, I can't tell you. Because I'm too scared. Too cowardly to face up to my actions. And I'm going to keep hiding from the consequences until you find out. That's who I am. And I hate every bit of it.
"Yes. I'm just fine."