Here's the story:

Truth

(A very short story)

It was like she was trapped in a cell- sentenced there for life. Her only chance at escaping was a bent, rusted spoon, chipped from digging at the walls many times.

She hadn't been here forever. She lived a free life once upon a time, back when nobody cared about the words she spoke. When nobody cared what slipped out of her mouth. But soon enough, she was taught how wrong that was. She was thrown in the cell.

She escaped after a long while. The breeze of freedom blew through her hair, and she took a refreshing breath. But the breeze soon turned to anger, burning her skin and making her wish she never left the cell.

Once again, she was put back in the cell. But she put herself in there, this time.

She never forgot what it was like outside the cell; angry, upset, blame raining down and soaking her clothes. No, she never forgot that, but that didn't mean she didn't want to leave again. She wanted to escape, and she wanted to be out in the open.

She couldn't leave, though. Nobody would accept the way she spoke. They only cared about themselves, she thought to herself. Of course, the truth was outside of her cell, banging on the walls and trying to get in. The truth wanted to whisper in her ear what was right, and that her thinking was wrong.

'They aren't selfish!' Truth yelled, but his words bounced off the building, shooting back at his face. 'You hurt them! You hurt them while you were outside. I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell you!'

Of course, the girl in the cell never heard.

She stayed inside, poking her spoon at the cement floor. She ran over the things she said while she was outside, trapping her back in the cell she called 'Lie'. She named the cell after her only friend, a little bird that would sit itself on her shoulder and tell her untruthful things. She usually wouldn't believe such things, but sometimes they got to her.

'She cannot sing,' the girl mumbled to herself, shooing the bird away. These were the thoughts she had when she was outside. There was nothing wrong with them, in her opinion. 'He cannot write. I cheated on that test. I hate them. That shirt is ugly. I could never be her friend, but I fake it anyway.'

When she said them out loud, it disgusted her for a second. Why would she not be allowed to say these things? Why must she be trapped here in Lie? She flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling, unaware of what was going on just outside.

Truth banged on the cell again, tears starting to tickle his eyes. He had been trying for so long to set this girl free, but Society, a girl he didn't like too much, would never allow it. Society and him knew each other since they were born, pretty much. They had fought for forever and ever. They never got along and everybody knew that. Society and Lie were best friends. Lie was Society's pet, kind of.

He should have given up so long ago. But he found himself yet again sinking to his knees, letting out a sob. He was never allowed to live his life. The only person that accepted him was History, really. And yet, History still seemed horrified by him.

Why did everybody hate him? He didn't understand it.

He never did. The girl stayed locked in her cell, Lie lived on, and soon enough, Society and Lie overpowered the world. Everyone expected it though. Truth leaked through the cracks, being pushed away by everyone. History tried to keep Truth alive, but soon enough he was fading away. But, whatever, you know? As long as we sugarcoat everything with lies, the truth doesn't matter.