Novel & Cerita A Mask Of My Own Face

I looked at my girls and wore the mask again after years of hiding it in our closet. “Mommy it fits you!” Chelsey pointed the mirror to my side. I smiled at the girl in the mirror before looking back at my family. “Guys, let me tell you a story of a girl behind the mask.” The end. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ethan and Jessy's story is now out! Just search My little secrets...

I pictured the sight in my mind—blood running down his mouth after I had torn his tongue free. He laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. “So you’re the ugly dog everyone’s been whispering about?” The word ugly no longer bothered me. I had heard it too many times to care. The mask I wore most days had nothing to do with insecurity. It was protection—from the germs in the air, and from curious eyes. The less my enemies knew about my face, the better. “And you must be the worthless piece of trash no one bothers talking about,” I shot back calmly. “The only thing people remember about you is how you prove your strength by preying on women.”

Her face was covered with a white full face mask. Then, it hit me. I've been impersonated.

I don’t want anyone to recognize me. I remove my dress quickly and slip into the plain cloth. The fabric scratches my skin, but I don’t care. Then I bring out the mask. It is simple, old, but it will hide me well. I hold it in my hands for a moment, staring at it. I whisper to myself, “Today, Lucien, you don’t get to win.” I put on the mask. When I look down at my body, even I feel like a stranger. Not Nora, the girl people see as weak. No. This is another side of me. A side ready to fight if needed.

He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass. Hi, Andre. A grin protruded his face, or maybe the mirror lied. His head began to hurt, a sharp pain rising at the back of it as flashes of memories of things he never recalled doing rushed in. "Ah..." he held the back of his head from the intensity. The pain began to drill in, puncturing a hole in him as his mind slowly was zapped by the pain. His screams filled the quiet neighbourhood. On a different occasion, he would have thought of his neighbours but not today. Not when he faced his demon, the one who wore his face and stared back whenever he gazed at his own reflection.

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

He sighed and brushed his hand in his hair the other hand resting in his pocket and he stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, “Seeing you now is risking my life, you know my first name and for the first time I am not afraid to take such a step.” He turned to me and this time he looked straight in my eyes and he continues, “I will try and come back here to see you. But if I can’t and you can recognize me without my mask when we meet once again, then I won’t hesitate to be yours forever. This I promise.”

Lost in the world of words, I allow myself to unwind, letting go of my worries and fears for just a little while. Once the mask has worked its magic, I rinse it off and pat my skin dry, reveling in the softness and clarity that it leaves behind. I take a moment to admire myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of pride in the woman staring back at me. She may be flawed and imperfect, but she's also strong and resilient, capable of facing whatever challenges come her way.

With a sigh, I reach over and begin to apply some light makeup in hopes of concealing the troubles of my home-life, I can’t allow the mask to slip and for people to realise what happens behind closed doors, who knows what kind of rumours would begin to fly if that happened. Once I had fixed my eyes, I look back in the mirror at my long face, as like my father, I don’t believe I have smiled a genuine smile in so long. But understanding that I had a job to do, I take a deep breath in and plaster that same fake smile I have for so long, it’s time to wear the mask.

Our group was immediately surrounded by the villagers. The one at the very front, a man with the head of an octopus, walked so close to me that I could almost feel the slime on his tentacles. When I went to the real world, I'd asked the boss for a mask that hid my true identity. I didn't want my so-called family to see my true face, after all. The mask itself was quite high-level, so Octopus Face and the others didn't recognize that I was their boss.