روايات وقصص ضمن Everyone Thought My Screams Were Fake

I tried speaking but my voice suddenly disappeared into thin air. “Are you alone?” my silence was making them think otherwise so I quickly answered. I didn't want them to get the idea that I wasn't alone and that might ruin my chances of getting the boys. “Yes, I am” my voice is still shaky. My senses heightened and I could hear the muffled screams of children. Could it be Liam and Lewis? I asked myself. The more I heard the faint muffled sound of screams, my eyes filled with tears. My heart was crushed under my thoughts of how they must have been rough-handled. Something snapped in me and I yelled

“So, choose.” They obviously did not believe me because they both scoffed. Their fear perfumed around them, cluing us into what we already knew – they were pretending to be tough shit but were failing miserably. I muted them so that the babes would not be scared. They were trying to speak, but nothing came out. I just smirked at them, very pleased with this thus far. I threw some Cryoplasm at them. We watched as their bodies started to shake and tears fell from their eyes, but their screams were nonexistent thankfully because I hated hearing banshees in heat.

That was intentional. I wanted him to feel like he’d cracked something. Like he had found a secret. But what he found was a recording. Their screams were a bonus. I didn’t plan for one of them to scream. But when he did, when the squad opened fire at mannequins dressed in guard uniforms, God, I smiled. They weren’t shooting enemies, they were shooting fear. Mine was the only real bullet. I had cameras mounted on every corner of that sector. And when I saw Felix drag two bleeding men through smoke-triggered gas fields, I whispered into my mic:

It felt like I was drowning in open air. I was screaming like it would stop the truth from being true. I was screaming because that’s all my body knew how to do. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to stop it. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. They were just here this morning. “I’m so sorry, Ivy. I know this is unimaginable, it’s unexpected.” I screamed. I screamed like I was being set on fire. Like the sound would make it stop being true.

I cried more and used my white handkerchief to wipe my tears. Taking a deep breath, I sniffled right into the microphone for them to hear it. Raising my gaze again, “My dearest people, I can assure you that… this video is nothing but fake. Created by those who wish me evil. Those who are jealous of how much you love me.” My voice was getting stronger now, more confident. "They took my father's face, my face, and twisted them into something evil because they can't stand seeing me happy.”

And they looked at themselves because they decided to look away from her pain. When the clip ended, the room was dead silent. Dante spoke first. “Is this real?” “No. It's fake. You're fake, he's fake, I'm fake. We're all fake. Why don't you just call the world fake?” I fired angrily at him. It made me so angry to hear him ask something like that. There was evidence in front of them in form a CCTV footage but they looked at it like it was edited. They really were determined to make sure Agatha had nothing to do with it. How annoying!

“Take it down, Mateo. I am not here to beg or negotiate, this is a final warning. Everything there was fake.” He laughed, throwing his head back as though I had told the funniest joke in the world. “Fake? Maybe. But perception is everything, isn’t it? People believe what they want to believe. And right now, they believe your mother is a cougar and a predator. It is talked about everywhere, they write it in group chats, it has stuck.” He smirked. “You can’t unstick it.” I stepped closer. “Post the truth dawg.”

I leaned in so he could hear whatever I was about to say. “This is just the very beginning of Ava's nightmare. I'm going to take everything she holds dear away one by one till she has nothing left. She's going to wish she was better off dead.” I giggled happily before moving to a standing position and made an attempt to leave but stopped when I remembered something interesting. “Oh and just so you know, it was all fake.” I returned to my car with a smile plastered on my face but as soon as I got into the car I screamed hysterically. I slammed my fist on the steering wheel angrily as hot tears rolled down my cheeks.

Sounds of doors opening one after another followed. Everyone poured out in a panic, but all they saw was us standing in the hallway, with no fire to be seen. "What's going on?" someone asked, perplexed. "Who was the one screaming earlier?" I secretly flashed the fake Supergirl an "okay" sign. He immediately understood and timidly raised his hand. "I was the one…" "Who the hell are you?" With their fun being interrupted, the crowd erupted in anger. "Are you one of us?"

Each question was a needle pricking at my ego. “Just shut the fvck up, all of you!” I suddenly screamed, the sound tearing through the muffled club music. They all flinched, their eyes widening in genuine shock. I stood up, my chest was heaving, and the silk of my dress shifted over my skin. “Nothing happened, okay? Liam and I are fine. Can you just quit being my fvcking mothers for one second and let me breathe?”