The Truth

The truth, give me the truth
The one and only truth I long for
For I have longed it through youth

and I will long it even more

So won't you end the fate
And just give me the truth
T

he truth I long for

And I will once again turn anew.

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   "Why am I here?" Was my only question. I was still terrified. All those years with my mum...they were the only time that I had someone to protect me. Now I have no one. I heard a snicker come from him. "Is that supposed to be a question?" He only replied. He was so careless to every one of his actions. He stopped encircling me and stood in front of me. My only answer was a slow, hesitant nod. I eventually dared to look up at him, and doing so I discovered that he was staring at me, his menacing gaze fixed on my eyes.

   His footsteps where coming towards me. I could hear and feel my heart pound, and suddenly breathing was arduous. I looked down at my feet, and shut my eyes as hard as I could, concluding that instead of been born because of that creature, not been born at all was one of my biggest aspirations.

   He reminded me of when I had Mum with me, the time that someone could defend me against the high-functioning psychopath in front of me.

- Mum was taken aback by Magnus' words. I felt her hand wrapped around my back shiver. She was terrified of him, and yet she never admitted it to me openly. I should've known.

   Magnus shot her another dirty look, and turned around, leaving. Afterwards, my mum turned to me, looking worried.

   "Don't you worry Paul. Your father is just a little stressed from work, ok?" She stroke my hair, and afterwards she kissed me on the forehead. I was so close to letting the tears forming on my eyes to fall, but I decided against it; I did not want mum to feel sad again because of me, or because of anyone for that matter.

   I just held on to her. I looked up only to see her silently crying, and pretended to not have seen her. I hugged her tightly.

   "Thank you Paulie." She whispered and I smiled. I knew she smiled too. -

   "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked him, holding the gaze. I thought that daring to face your fears would help you overcome them; I was wrong.

   His gaze was too poisonous to look at, with every glance I would only see a monster staring back at me, preparing to attack me. I do not know the reason of his eternal hate toward me, and I still wish I could.

   He took a step back and laughed. It confused me. Everything about him confused me. How could he be so cruel as to threaten a person and then laugh at their trembling words? He was the psychopath I hated the most. I knew too many of them, but he was the big shark in the sea. All he wanted to do was tear people apart and then throw them away.

   "How could I do this to you?" He asked me, pretending to look puzzled but he afterwards burst into laughter once again.

   "I don't get it." I said. I caught his attention off the void. "Why do you hate me so much?"

   "That is a controversial question, Paulie." He wickedly stated.

   "And you ought to know the truth."