Matrioska or The Girl That Cried Wolf

May 06, 2007 16:26

Matrioska or The Girl That Cried Wolf
Word count: 385
Characters: Juliet Burke
Rating: PG
Timeline: Season 3
Warnings: Possible spoilers up to 3x18, “D.O.C.”.
Disclaimer: This is a fictional, nonprofit work for entertainment purpose only. The copyright in the TV show LOST and its components is owned by "American Broadcast Companies, Inc.", which reserves all rights therein.

They say it’s easier when you firmly believe on the lies you’re saying.

The funny thing is, she thought she’d stopped believing a long time ago.

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Nobody on the island ever asked about her birthday. It’s better this way: at least she can pretend it’s been just a couple of months.

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When she told Sun she wanted to give good news again, it was true, in a way.

When she told Kate she didn’t want to be left behind, it was true, in a way.

When she told Jack she trusted him, it was true, in a way.

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She blinks a lot when she’s lying. Maybe she just blinks a lot.

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She cries in the bathroom, after making sure she’s out of the cameras’ range. She lets the cold sweat run down her face while she marches away from the camp moral police. She whispers “I hate you” to a deaf recorder, standing in an empty room.

She always says the truth when she’s alone.

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Whenever she thinks about it, she concludes that she doesn’t lie that much. The thing is, most of the time she uses the truth to hide some other truth. She doesn’t lie about the facts; she lies about the intentions. And usually, intentions are all that matters.

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Sometimes she thinks it’s all a big fat joke. They can come and go anytime and anywhere. She’s not on an island. It’s a farm in the south of California. Those women never really died; they hotwired the heartbeat monitors or something. Plane crash? Special effects. Jack? One hell of a good actor. Goodwin - if that was really his name - must be laughing his head off in a little editor’s room somewhere. Rachel’s cancer never came back (maybe she never got pregnant in the first place) and the last three years were a very long and distressing prank.

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It’s like when you want to trick some friend on their birthday and you give them a little card or a ring inside a myriad of boxes, one bigger than the other.

Her words are like that - the truth in the lie in the truth in the lie in the truth.

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When she said she was on her own? Someday she’ll cry wolf and nobody will come.

juliet burke, genre: drama, genre: angst, fandom: lost, genre: gen

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