Author Notes:
Hey guys! This is an edited and repost of one of my first stories I wrote years ago. It has been a favorite to many readers even though its older and wasn't one of my most error-free works. I am happy to say I am still receiving compliments about the story, so I decided I would rewrite and hopefully make it even more enjoyable to new and past readers.
Have an awesome day!
EM ;)
Her Mask of Sanity
Prologue
"Inmate 52 come to the door."
As usual, she walked backward towards the opening in the steel door revealing her hands to the prison guard. His rough grip pulled her against the door as he placed the handcuff tightly around her wrists.
"Inmate 52 move towards the back wall."
She rolled her eyes as she followed his orders stepping away from the door to allow him to see her visibly. After making sure she was complying the guard opened the door, and she was led out.
She felt the older guardsman lean in closer than usual and as she glanced back, she measured the distance between them and smiled.
First mistake in while C.O. Miller. Asami thought as he forced her forward.
Facing forward they continued to walk down the long hall and caught the smell of his rancid breath as he began to harass her like every other time he escorted her out of her cell.
"Sato I still don't understand how such a beautiful girl like you is considered dangerous. I mean just look at how sexy you are and if I could…"
With a quick sweep of her feet, the guard was on his back with the wind knocked out of him, and before the other guard could intervene, her thighs were tightly wrapped around his neck. His eyes began to bulge as he fought to loosen her grip, but it was too late, and a quick snap forced him to stop struggling.
"Filthy pig," she spat as she looked at the lifeless body.
She removed her thighs and crossed her legs waiting for the other younger and stunned guardsman to take her back into her cell.
I guess I just lost my outside privileges again.
Everyone thought she was perfect. She was beautiful, charismatic, and a thrill seeker. She could easily charm anyone in the room and leave a lasting impression, but appearances can be deceiving.
The truth behind her beautiful face was far more disturbing than just any dark soul. Her darkness was unseen, and her actions were calculated so that no one could see the emptiness she hid behind her mask of sanity.
She was born to two loving parents who tried their best to bring her happiness, but even they noticed a difference between her and other children.
She rarely cried, and her independent personality was beyond her years. Her parents worried about her apathetic approach to the world around her and wondered if their child would ever flourish in normal society.
It wasn't until she was three that her father caught the first glimpse inside his young child's heart. She was smiling, he had never seen her smile before, but there she was smiling as she observed him take a satomobile engine apart, touching and memorizing each item as he set them down.
Her intelligent mind memorized everything he placed in front of her and by the time she was five she was nearly putting an engine together alone.
Her father enjoyed her brilliance that reflected his own; her parents now felt they understood her boredom and failure to connect to the people around her to her gifted mind and never questioned it any further.
The day her mother died she, herself, became aware of the contrasting differences between her and the people around her.
Instead of crying and grieving she was well put together, which her father admired and respected. Everyone considered her to be so strong and mature because of it, but, in reality, she had no idea how she was supposed to feel.
Was she supposed to cry? Was she supposed to feel horrible and in pain?
All she honestly felt was emptiness and a void inside her chest, but she quickly learned some people had expectations. They expected her to feel or to show something, anything.
She couldn't avoid hearing the whispered rumors from her relatives that something was wrong with her because of her lack of expressing her grief, and as the rumors spread the eyes of those watching her increased.
In the past, she had never felt a need to be like everyone else, but as the eyes of the crowds followed her every move, analyzed her every gesture, her intellectual mind understood that being different was unacceptable in her position. It didn't take long for her realized that something deep inside her was very, very wrong.
Her instinct to protect herself told her to blend in, told her to play her part by reflecting the feelings she saw from the people around her, and it worked better than she expected.
She readily fabricated the feelings people expected from her, but in some ways, she hoped by going through the motions of these lies maybe, just maybe, one day they wouldn't just be deceptions, but her true feelings.
As she reached adolescence, she began to recognize the darkness everyone carried and that it wasn't just exclusive to her.
He was an ordinary boy, funny, sweet, and always laughing. She would watch him from afar and wondered how each day he could smile so radiantly and sincerely.
She had grouped the boy with the "nice boys." Boys that she treated with equally nice gestures and smiles they gave her, but all that changed when she witnessed the darkness he hid.
The older boy had stopped her while she was alone in the hall. His smile was no longer carefree, and his eyes were not the soft brown she had always seen. She memorized the gaze he gave her that day and recognized it as how a predator looks at its prey.
The next few moments happened in a flash as she was forced into the empty locker-room she was standing next to. Her body was touched in ways she never wanted to be touched again, but she hadn't been raped.
He had seen and touched what he wanted, but as quickly as he had shoved her into that dark room, he was gone. He had left her sitting on the floor undressed as he had run out hearing only the sound of the door's loud thud as it closed echoing around her.
Sitting there shaking she was not afraid. She was furious, enraged, and feeling one feeling above all, vengeful. The dark cloud of darkness that was always present around her seemed to infuse into her.
Were these her real feeling?
She grasped at them allowing her true self to finally be released.
She paced the locker room gripping and releasing her small fists trying her best to control the fury that rose in her. She didn't care the boy never threatened her, but the only thought that made sense to her at that moment was that he needed to pay for what he did, so she plotted her revenge.
Knowing the boy rode his bike to school every day and the steep hills that surrounded the area, she loosened the breaks on his bike.
He didn't come to school the next day, but it wasn't long before she heard he had broken his arm. The arm that was connected to the hand that touched her and the pain that was caused to him made her happy.
She submerged herself into the new feelings she had discovered. Finding pleasure in the pain of those around her, human or animal, but it was short-lived.
Her father and teachers did not accept her rage and impulses to hurt the innocent. She honestly never saw anything wrong with it. They deserved her anger, but the counselors and her father excused her "acting out" to her mother passing away, but she knew the truth.
She was revealing too much of herself again. She realized the only way she would get what she wanted was to keep up the act of being a good daughter, friend, and student. She had to learn to control the urges that seemed to be always right under the surface.
The years that followed were uneventful as she followed the path her father set for her and never deviating from it. Her father had always been a busy man, and since her mother died, it became worse.
Most of her time was spent alone in the mansion, and when she needed her father, he was never there. Causing problems at school was always met with a disapproving glare, so being the daughter he wanted and becoming a worthy heir was the only path she could follow to be accepted by him.
As her high school years went by she easily excelled in her studies like she was expected to. While everyone watched her with awe as she graduated high school top of her class and was accepted into an elite university, she still carried the darkness and hid her true self from the world.
Today would be her first day at Republic University and today would be the start of Asami Sato finally showing someone who she really was.
End of Chapter Notes:
Those new to the story, this was written as a quick background before I continued with her story.
Thank you for reading
EM ;)