The woven mask
One half of me wants to escape, run away, be with my family. Yet the other half reminds me that this idea will no longer be a reality. For this mask that's sits, glued to the left side of my face is my reality now, one I cannot control. It's hunger takes me over, it's power makes me blind, it's mind folds over mine when ever it wishes. I no longer have free will, when it sees something it can kill, my vision goes black and the woven mask on my face takes my place.
One night, October 2nd to be exact, I was shopping for my scary Halloween costume. Being the freak I was, I wanted something that would make people tremble in fear when I jumped out at them. Hah! I loved Halloween, the only holiday where I could be something else. No longer this shy, punk rock girl, I was something else. The first place I searched was this old shop on the corner of 1st street, the old shop that was known for housing old, creepy masks. Knowing nobody else goes into this store much, I knew I would have the first pick.
I walked into the old, dusty, dirty shop ready to come out with something odd. It was empty like usual, the shelves covered with old knick-knacks. At the back hung a wide selection of masks, varying from rabbits to hockey masks. Nothing popped out at me at first, so I searched through the stinky masks, dusty floated through the air."Welcome back Alex, your just on time"the old store owner mumbled over her wrinkled lips."Why thank you Mrs. Walker, this year I'm planning on getting something good, no more movie references!" I say with a smile, not directed toward her but the mounted cat on her wall.
After a hasty conversation with the keeper I go back to searching, nothing to be found. As I turn back to Mrs.Walker I notice a mask in the display case."How much for this one?" I mumble, breathless in the presence of this master piece."Free, just this one though." She muttered back, looking down at it. So I left that store with all my money and a creepy mask for Halloween, score! When I got home, with no hesitation, I scrambled up to my room and tried it on. In the mirror it looked so right, like it was perfect for me. Truthfully I don't know why the mask didnt take me then, or why I loved it so much, but I did. Most of the month past, each day I admired the perfection of the mask with its eyes and mouth sown shut, until Halloween. On this glorious day, I suited up. A black, zip up hoodie, white under shirt, skinny jeans with holes , and sneakers later it was finally time for the mask. I put it on, it fit perfectly, a little too perfectly.
The mask wrapped around the left side of my face, leaving one eye, my nose, and half my mouth showing. Right before it was time to head out for a night of scaring, a strange thing happened, I blacked out. This black out was different from the other ones I've had before, for this one I felt awake the whole time. I couldn't hear anything, see anything, feel or taste anything but I knew I was awake. Five minutes past before I "wake" up in the kitchen, every drawer and cabinet was open.
The mess , after being found by my mother, was cleaned up by the one and only me, after my mum stopped freaking out about my mask. It frightened her half to death from just seeing it. Out the door at 10 pm and out in town at 10:20pm, a new record! I walked through town, the children, parents, and people my age were shocked when they passed me. My mask made them white and red, their eyes wide and their mouths open. I was enjoying it until everything went black.
I sat in the darkness of my mind as I murdered everyone. It wasn't me though, or that's what I tell myself, my masked self killed those people. I couldn't of stopped her, even if I wanted to. That's how I learned to remove myself from society, but let me tell you now, it didnt help. As I speak, my body murders Innocent people, eating their flesh, eyes and stomachs,Just to leave me to wake in a bloody mess. People have tried to stop me, that's when my mask lets me see, it lets me the slow deaths that these people face. Back to blackness afterwards, at least until it sleeps.
During the day, you're safe from the woven mask, my masked self, but at night, when no light lingers through your windows, that's when it comes out to feed. From now on if you see me, don't stop and talk, don't wave, don't even make eye contact with my hooded figure. If you do, I hope I do not get to watch your death.
Credited to Jeanette D. (AKA thebigjoke)
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