I cannot say what I have committed.
Childish thoughts fill my mind.
I will run from their provoking eyes.
Or rather, I will hide the evidence.
It is only a matter of time before I am revealed.

I look over to my left.
There is a boy staring straight ahead.
He is as cold as stone.
He does not talk.
My lips part to whisper my thoughts to him.
I am not what they think.
I am the victim.

He blinks once. Twice.
Three times.
I have yet to speak, yet I cannot.
Guilt washes over me.
My expression does not change.
Weakness will be my enemy.
Guilt is my enemy.
Is it not?

A black cloaked man floats into the room.
I am told to stand.
I do not feel myself stand nor return to my seat.
Fear runs cold in my veins.
Eyes that send chills into the very depths of my guilty conscience.

"Do you swear to say the truth,
only the truth,
and nothing but the truth?"
I blink once. Twice.
Three times.

"I swear."
Liar Liar Liar.