'How do you feel?'
Wrong. I hate this. I hate everything about it.
'How do you feel?'
Horrible. I want to take it off, now.
Elizabeth pulled off the mask and she looked into the mirror. Catching her breath, she stroked the glass that sperated her and the body of her reflection. Hideous. An ugly freak, that was what she was, she couldn't stand it. The ghastly sight she beheld, a sight that weakened her. She couldn't take it anymore, so she put the mask back on.
'How do you feel?"
Terrible. Terribly great.
'You know who you are, right?'
I do! I do know who I am! I am Lizzie Dudley. That's who I am.
'Good. Is this the real you?'
Yes, yes this is the real me.
'Are you confused?'
No.
'I told you that this is the real you.'
You're right. I am the mask. Not the hideous monster behind it.
The word monster struck something deep in her. Something to make her fall out of the spell she was in.
No, no this isn't the real---
She felt a frigid hand snatch her away, paralyzing her body as it dragged her to the bottom of her heart.
Yes, I am beautiful. I'm beautiful, not a flaw.
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Mask Off
Short StoryA girl struggles with herself to find out who she truly is. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° WARNINGS AND NOTES: *Do NOT put any self promotion, as that is disrespectful to me, the author. * Do NOT put hate comme...
