Envy

If only these walls could talk…the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone’s a liar.

Some of this story is completely true. And some of it isn't. Like truth, evil comes in all sorts of flavors. Some bitter. Some deceptively sweet. Sometimes it comes with a heavy price. While most people don't invite evil into their lives, the dirty little secret is that an invitation isn't necessary. Locked doors don't matter. Neither do fancy security systems. Evil is kind of amazing when you think about it. She knows how to get inside.

Why you need a reason for everything? Reason is something people say to make sense of things that don't make sense.

You poke at evil with a stick," Valerie had said, offering chilling advice they'd never forget. "Never use your fingers.

Maybe it was more than that. Maybe some things shouldn't be explained.

He always told his girl, "If only these walls could talk... the world would know just how hard it is to tell the truth in a story in which everyone's a liar." But the walls didn't talk.

She was only fifteen! What is the matter with these kids today? Can't they wait to have sex until they get their driver's license and can go somewhere?

She looked at ways to quantify life. Analytic in nature, her head almost always overruled her heart. Love it? Hate it? She wanted to KNOW it.

No one, certainly no teenager, was normal or felt they were. Everyone wore a kind of mask that kept people from really seeing what - or who - was inside