The Truth

“My name is Cassidy, or, that’s what everyone calls me.” He offered me a small smile.

    We’d left the park and were headed to a more secluded place, as he’d put it. He was willing to talk, I could see it in his eyes, but he wasn’t sure he trusted me just yet. I wasn’t sure I trusted him either. In retrospect, we were both playing it smart and dumb. I wasn’t sure who was the player and the played in this situation. He led the way into the abandoned warehouse and I almost choked on the stale air inside. It was fairly chilly outside, but in here, it was freezing and impossibly decayed. The walls were crumbling, after years of abandonment. The floors were caked in dust and spattered with unidentifiable fluids. The entire building was covered in graffiti, left behind my intruders. Someone had left this ruin to rot on its foundation a long time ago. He led me up a flight of stairs to the second floor, which looked jus