She walked the halls with a smile on her face. She was blind, foolish even, to trust. She was unkind to the people who l0ved her most...thus the betrayal was all her fault. She should have stuck with the ones she loved longer, not the one she thought she liked better. For the one you trust the most will always be the one to stab you with a dagger. The lies were subtle, the tricks were swift. They were cold mean tricks, but swift nonetheless.
She froze when she found out, she had no idea what had hit her. She felt like the rug was pulled out from right under her. But she tried her hardest to forgive and to forget. She even ignored the whole incident ever occured. She did it to keep the peace, she did so everything wouldn't fall apart.
But years have gone by and she's still unsettled. She hasn't forgotten, and she's unsure if she forgave. For she found out that the story told to the majority was biased and only partially true. She wishes she had a bigger heart, but she doesn't. She wishes she was a better person than she is, but she isn't. She hates to hate, but she does. She's really sorry but she does. She wants nothing more than to never see the liar again for she never wants to feel this dark and low again.
