Masked

Mirrored Revenge

"Is it scary?"

"I'm used to it"

"They said we'd get worse...did it? were they right?"

"Yeah....they were"

"What about mama...?"

"Mama....mom.....she's....she's gone.."

"Mama....died..?"

"Yeah...when you were a little older than you are right now...not much older though"

"Yuma?....are we going to die...?"

"....No....no we won't die...we'll be okay"

"You promise..?"

"....Yeah"

...

Do you ever have those kinds of dreams where you're talking to your younger self? I get them a lot actually...and my younger self, he always asks the same questions, and everytime he gets the same answer...maybe he knows I'm lying to him and he's waiting for me to tell him the truth....apparently dreams have meaning, I feel like my younger self keeps trying to get closure from me, hit I can't control myself, this isn't a lucid dream.
He will always get the same answer.

...

A week later, Yuma was discharged from the hospital, but he was forced to wear his mask and gloves in the house now. He sat on the couch and stared at the TV blankly, then he felt the spot beside him sink a bit as someone had sat there.

"Hey, dad said eat your dinner" Himari said handing Yuma his plate.

"He said...you....you can eat on the couch while you watch TV if you want" she added.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry, I have a stomach ache" Yuma replied.

"No you don't, Yuma, please eat your dinner before it gets cold" Himari spoke more sternly.

"No" Yuma replied handing the plate back.

"Yuma! Don't start this shit, eat your food!!" Himari rose her voice a bit trying to give him his plate back.

"I'm not hungry" Yuma answered pushing the plate away.

"I don't care Yuma! You need to eat!" Himari scolded shoving the plate back to him.

"Himari!" Yuma exclaimed.

"Yuma!!" Himari answered.

"Why are you making this difficult?? Eat your dinner before I shove it down your throat!" She threatened.

"I'm really not hungry Himari!!...I'll eat later.." he said.

Himari was getting angry, she placed his plate in his lap and started to eat her own plate, "Eat" she said sternly as she turned her head to the TV.

Granted Yuma was lying about the stomach ache, but he wasn't lying when he said he wasn't hungry, he looked down at the food and he felt nauseous, his face even went a bit pale. "I'm not feeling well, I'm going to bed early tonight" Yuma said setting the plate on the coffee table before standing up and walking out of the living room.