Life of the Liar Preview: Dominique Weldon

Here's a piece from my novel Life of the Liar. It still needs some work and major editing, but here's a preview of it~



I didn't cry at Tristan's funeral.

Tristan's body was pronounced dead at the scene. His body was too disfigured for identification. The only way the coppers knew it was him was because he had his I.D. Most of the cops couldn't handle the scene. The blood, the rotten flesh in the air… They lost their stomachs too, the same reaction I had. Even dad fell to his knees in sickness.

All they found was Tristan's remains… That's it.

The past two days I've been locked in my room, by choice. Everyone thinks it's because I'm traumatized with grief. That's not true. The reason I'm staying in this room is because… I can't leave. Somehow I made it out of that forest. But that couldn't be right. Tristan dead… me alive?

That can't be right…

When is my time up?