If only I didn’t lie(Good Draft): The scorching sun shone brightly on what seemed to be an innocent man. His blood splattered all over the recently paved asphalt and streamed down ever so slowly like a river frozen in its tracks. His subtle cries for help were merely ignored by the strangers, visibly shaken, around him. The excruciating pain of his right arm hindered his attempts to drag his body to the inside of the school. Coincidentally, the now, dilated pupils to his eyes glared at me, desperately seeking for help. I looked upon him, and with a soft, subdued sound beginning to emanate from my chest, I said, “I’m – I’m – I’m sorry.” I could have changed all of this.
All the pain, tears and anguish. If only I didn’t lie… To start this story, we are going to go back to the very moment that started it all. I was in the first grade, and the teacher, Mrs. Lin, had just assigned a set of multiplication and division problems to the class. As I attempted to complete my work, I was interrupted by a sharp nudge to the side of my chest. It was my good friend, Roneil.
Everyone knew Roneil as the “lost child” since his parents passed away at a very young age, and he grew up in the shadows of his brother. As laid back as he was, Roneil looked suspiciously eager. “Yo Trev, check out what I got in my pocket.” I, seemingly uninterested in what Roneil had to offer, responded with an “Ok.” To my amazement, light beamed from the window and shined forth a four-by-two-inch metal pocket knife. The knife glistened as bright as sunshine following a cold winter’s day and as beautiful as a quivering rose. I was taken by surprise and did not know how to react.
I mustered up the courage to ask one question. “Why do you have a knife?” I said calmly. He made sure that not a soul was paying attention to us, then steadily leaned towards me. “Don’t worry about what I’m going to do. Just make sure you don’t tell anybody” he whispered. As confused as I was, I simply nodded and continued doing my work.
After my math class, we all went out for recess where we played an intense game of soccer. As the heated rivalry between my friends and I took place, I was approached by someone who I had never spoken with before. I recognized the tall, lean figure paired with skinny jeans and a well-maintained afro.
It was the school jockey, Jahdea Patterson. The stern look on his face assured me that he was serious. He said, “Hey Trevor, did Roneil by any chance tell you he has a knife.” Momentarily, it felt as if a clamorous bell had struck a chord and shook my entire body.
The recollection of my conversation with Roneil illuminated in my mind like Christmas lights. Moreover, the embodiment of Roneil’s promise must be kept in order to protect me from his knife. As I looked visibly flustered, I responded “Knife? What knife? He didn’t tell me anything about any knife.” I was hoping Jahdea did not believe me and, but he responded with “Ok then never mind.” Coincidentally, a soccer ball came from the corner of my eye and nailed me in the face. I laughed it off and continued back into my game. About fifteen minutes later, a large crowd of thirty or so people grouped up towards the edge of the school. My friends and I immediately stopped the game and rushed to the scene of the crime.
I attempted to venture through the sea of bodies, curious to see the main issue. At the time, I noticed many students all screaming and looking away from the incident. I couldn’t get a clear view of the situation until the teachers set aside a path to get through. I instantly knew who it was.
It was Jahdea! He had a large pocket knife bolted to his arm. The knife leeched onto his arm and sprang forth a spew of blood all over the asphalt. He looked desperate for help. All the students turned him aside, seemingly nauseated by the sight of blood. I gazed at him and just couldn’t look away. I lied to him. Period.
I had never experienced this kind of shamefulness ever in my life. My guilt was extrapolating, and I felt disappointed, rather than emotional. Momentarily, our eyes met up and appeared to be glued together. Without speaking, his eyes hopelessly begged for help. As cowardly as I ever could be, I whispered a soft “I’m – I’m Sorry,” practically stuttering on both words. I took two steps back, followed by three and soon after I disappeared among the crowd of people. I lost awareness of my surroundings, and I went into a state of anguish. “Wait, did my lie just do that?” I questioned quietly as tears splashed on my cheeks.
My mind just could not continue. The image of Jahdea was engraved in my skull. Suddenly, the school bell rang RING”,” and I was forced to proceed back to class Teachers of all kinds rushed straight into the scene to take care of Jahdea.
During the third period, I continued to feel ashamed of my actions and thinking about Jahdea. “Ring” Ring” the phone quirked abruptly “Hello, Mrs. Lin, is Trevor in your class right now?” “Yes he is ” she responded. “Ok would you send him down to me please.” I walked down two flights of stairs, thinking I was greeted by the regular secretary who ushered me to Ms. Weber’s office.
I knew I had to save myself no matter what, and put the blame on Roneil. There heRoneil sat, sporting his usual smirk along with a ratty T-shirt and jeans. Astonishingly, his facial expression and body language implied a sense of pride coming from his actions. “Good Afternoon Trevor” greeted Principal Weber.
“Please have a seat.” Indeed, the guilt of my actions was starting to take over as my heart began to race, and sweat emerged from my brow. Ms. Weber jumped straight to the point. “So I’m sure you’ve heard about the incidents that have transpired this afternoon.
” I gulped, “Yeah. It’s really unfortunate what happened.” She looked me dead in the eyes.
“Did Roneil tell you about his knife”? “She’s onto me,” I thought in my head. That two-faced Roniel probably ratted me out. I looked away, avoiding eye contact with all possibilities. “Wait Roneil had a knife? Did he do that to Jahdea? Oh gosh, I had no clue.
” Roneil sprung up abruptly, “He’s lying, I told him everything.” Carefully, I took a second to understand the situation and responded: “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you didn’t tell me about any knife.” Angered by my response, Roneil began shouting false accusations about me but was ultimately stopped by Ms. Weber. She attempted to break me a second time. “Trevor,” gradually moving closer towards me. “Look me straight in the eyes, did Roneil tell you about his knife?” In an instant, the events of what transpired ran spiraled quickly through my mind.
The image of Jahdea bleeding helplessly in the schoolyard gave me the motivation to seal Roneil’s fate. I looked her dead in the eyes.”I’m not going to repeat myself; he did not tell me about any knife.” “Ok, that’s all I needed here.
You may go now” she asserted disappointedly. I marched back to my class thinking “I hope I never will see Roneil’s repulsive face ever again.” The next day, Mrs. Lin announced that we could visit Jahdea during lunch time. I walked to the hospital nervously yet worried for Jahdea. The instant I saw him, I ran up to him, trying to give him a hug, but his right hand sprouted up and blocked me.
Stubbornly, he said “Cut the crap out Trevor; I’m not mad at you. I already knew Roneil had a knife and I was just ensuring myself with you”. “It’s ok you didn’t tell me.” It felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I attempted to hold back my tears but was unsuccessful. I sobbed loudly.
“Jahdea, I’m so sorry man, It’s just tha-” “You don’t need to explain, its ok, besides I kinda started this quarrel anyways. “What do you mean?” I asked beginning to wipe my tears. “Don’t worry about it,” he responded. I apologized at least five more times before he insisted I leave. That night, I dwelled on the quintessential power of lying.
Two lies made me lose one friend and harmed another. All it took were two lies. I vowed to myself that lying is never the solution, and I should live an honest lifestyle rather than a deceitful one. The following day, Jahdea showed up to school with a wad of tightly wrapped bandaging on his shoulder. I continued admitting to apologizing, even though I was still experiencing refusal.
I sat in my same old chair and began to work hard to finish my homework. As I was nearly completing my work, a stranger strolled beside me before dropping a note on my desk. Curiously, I opened it up eager to see what it said.
It was hand-written and signed by Jahdea himself. It wrote “Trevor, just so you know, Roneil stabbed me with a very specific kind of pocket knife, the same kind I used to murder his Roneil’s mother…. In utter shock, I turned my head back, only to see the once innocent face of Jahdea Patterson deviously smirking at me. His big meaty hands pointed towards a large wedge preserved in his pant pocket. It was Roneil’s pocket knife! In an instant, the event’s of yesterday ran through my mind like a train speeding along its tracks. I felt outplayed, outsmarted and on the cusp of my death.
I tried to scream with what little voice I had in my throat, but Jahdea was expecting it. He jumped out with a white washcloth and covered it over my mouth. I attempted to scramble but his strength overpowered me. He pulled out Roneil’s knife and furiously stabbed at me for at least six, maybe seven times.
Every time he stabbed he whispered, “I’m sorry.” My muffled screams went quieter and quieter and quieter and my conscious grew inexistent. He stopped stabbing and let go of me. My bloodied body fell down like a large oak tree timbering from a lumberjack cut. I could see life flash before my eyes.
All the memories I had with my family and friends came through including Roneil. With a wounded yet proud heart, I said, “I’m sorry ” to everyone before all became silent.