We were liars

I lay in the darkened room, feeling desperate self-pity. My selective amnesia doesn't help the ghosts of memory assemble the day of the accident.

From that summer I remember…

Falling in love with Gat.

His rose for Raquel and my night full of wine and anger.

Night swimming.

Kissing Gat in the attic.

The tire swing, the basement, the perimeter path.

Gat seeing me bleed.

Mirren’s hand holding a can of gasoline.

Johnny’s feet running down towards the boathouse.

And the four of us Liars laughing.

Me, Johnny, Mirren and Gat.

Who were we?

Where were we?

I don't know…