Behind My Mask
Chapter One
"With all of this I see now
"All the thoughts inside my head."
-Blink 182, All Of This w/ Rob Smith
A young girl sighed. The tears were still fresh and blatant on her angelic face. She was in a state of catastrophic remorse. All was gone for her; all was pointless. She told herself this was stupid, and to stop being selfish. But no thoughts of aggressive coping could save her hope. "Kookie, honey what are you doing?" the voice was harsh and demanding. Of course. No time for depression or self-doubt when she's so popular, so alone. She wanted someone, anyone, to pull her from her prison, let her soul free, to fly. But flying it seemed was impossible for such damaged. Broken wings can't fly. She needed new wings, new hope. The picture clasped tightly in her hand fluttered to the ground. Her long fingers had held it as long as her heart had dreamed and cried for the old days.
The days when the KND was all she had and wanted. When childhood nativity left no room for these thoughts of self-loathing. She turned to leave her balcony and walk back into her room. Stopping before she re-entered, she looked longingly and angrily to the faded picture on the ground. If only she hadn't found it, if only she'd let herself stay in this dreamland where no one could ask her strange questions that caused her to burst into tears.
Fighting the debate with herself and losing, she strides quickly to the picture dark blue cocktail dress moving only slightly in the wind. She bent on long heavenly legs and snatched the picture in trembling hands. No amount of crying could bring them back…..