Domino Intro: I'm A Liar

I have a friend named Domino who accompanies me on my long 2 hour car drives in the day.  He doesn't say much.  Typically he just sits there in silence.  But every now and then he will speak, and every time he does, I interrupt him with; "Sorry friend, I don't have time for you today."  So he'll shrug and look back out the window.
I'll admit, I'm not much of a friend, blabbering on about my own life for my entire car rides and not even letting him say a few words about his life.

A year ago, I made a blog post titled: Domino Duel.  I wrote it about 3 months after I lost my story about him, right after the worst day of my life.  What I experienced turned into a foot hold for my story, a jolt of understanding that pulled me back onto my feet and into my daily word hacking.

This year, particularly this summer, I've slaved over this story with more vigor then any other novel I've written.  I even went on a road trip, taking many pictures and notes on settings that looked exactly like how I wanted my book's setting to appear. 
And I'm not done.  I'm on my second year of babysitting this cranky 17 year old emo child and I still have a long way's to go.

Domino, let me make something very clear.  You're annoying.  You're like a bread mix that refuses to cook right, remaining a thick mound of goop.  By the end of this book, you have to change.  I'm not saying you have to change from a brownie mix to angle fruit cake mix, I'm saying you gotta change from batter to bread.  From unreal to real.  From dead to alive.  (Which, according to your plot, means quite literally).  But not just literally.  I want you to change as a person.  I want you to stop being such a butt and start noticing some beauty for once.

Another thing I want to make clear.  I often wonder why I continue writing you.  I love you.  I know you think that's mushy, and I know every writer's book is their baby, but it's true.  I love you so much and I treasure my time with you.  You've been there for me as much as I have been there for you.  You've helped me as a character as much as I've helped you as a character.
Not only you, but I also love Qym.  I love Savvy.  I love your Mom.  I love Rue.  I love the whole lot of you.  I've found more and more how each of you are much like people I know and treasure in real life.

So I've decided, (As long as I don't periodically make these rambles of sentimental baloney) that for Domino, I will publish a chapter a day on my blog.  It's the least I can do.  At least for this month of November.
Heads up #1:  The Chapters are extremely short.  Don't judge me.
Heads up #2:  This story has a heavy theme and has some dark/gory elements to it.  Please don't read if you're sensitive to that.
Heads up #3:  (This is every writers favorite heads up before sharing their work) You may find many grammatical and spelling errors.  I've been afraid to share my work for several reasons, one being the time when I accidentally spelled "Raped" instead of "Rapid."
Heads up #4:  Okay yeah you can judge me.  If you would be so kind as to reply and send me critiques and feed back, that would be most appreciated.  Otherwise, just enjoy.

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A Liar

I’m a liar. 
Lying is good for the soul, it amplifies the truth.  Whatever truth is.

I wish I could begin without wasting time.  I wish I could begin with something like, “Marley was dead.”  Cut straight to the point. 

I can’t. 

If the opening words to this book were; “Domino was dead,” you would put the book down.  Because that would be a lie.