A LITTLE WHITE LIE-SDA
CHELSEA WELSH

I'm looking in the mirror now. At the white of my hair, my ears, and the matching paleness of my skin. My high cheekbones, the hardened gold of my eyes. They never had that soft, sparkling innocence of a child. That's alright; I never wanted it.

I knew at a young age that I was not at all like anyone else. They were content to sit and draw pictures into soil. I wanted an adreniline rush. I needed to feel the blood rushing through my veins. To hear my heart pounding it's never ending drumbeats in my heard. That is what made me different from the others.

My road to my demise began with one step forward. I was stealing food first; things essential for my own survival. It was not at all for pleasure. But, eventually, the testosterone and the adreniline caught up to me. I was doing it because of how good it felt. I did not steal as much for the gold as I did it to hear the blood and heart in my ears. ...And I never got caught.

A man approached me on evening; another kitsune. His hair was ruby colored, eyes green like priceless emeralds. They were soft, but held an air of elegence, of high intellegence, as I had strived for. To walk with grace was vital to my life. Stupidity and clumsiness were mistakes, sins, that I vowed never to commit.

"Hello kit." He spoke with a silver tongue, entrancing me and leading me to him. Like the cliched "lamb to the slaughter". He took my hand in his own; it was larger, more rough. "You have lovely hands," he purred, "Long and slim. Perfect for a thief." He looked back to my face...he was smiling at me. No one had smiled at me in so long. Not without an alterior motive. He offered to make me a perfect thief.

I took a moment, perhaps not long enough, because I agreed.

I told him that my parents had been killed.

I told him that I had no experience and I was not prepared for the violent life I knew would come. Truthfully, I was going to embrace it.

After all, what's the harm in a little white lie?

This is...a very very old story that I found in my box of writings. I wrote it two years ago, one and a half at the least. One of my friends told me it wasn't a big enough lie. ; Anyways I hope you liked it and sorry for not having another chapter to "Dying To Be Thin".