Faces
You see a face every day. Some of these faces you know, and some are of a complete stranger. They might have long nose,and some may have brown eyes. The patterns of faces seem to go on forever, because the truth is none are the same. The face is only an outside covering, a small blanket that covers what truly rests underneath. Like all of us, we have feelings, hopes, desires, fears, and most of all secrets. Even the most conservative has vain thoughts. The person that you just passed may have been a face of a murderer to someone with OCD. Also, the faces that you live with day to day may be a secret enemy or a potential lover.
My story starts with a couple....and ends with a kiss in the rain.
t was a regular day; the day that seems to go on forever, with the ordinary constant glances at the clock.
We begin our story in a decorated office of a woman. She is looking at a computer, staring at the text in front of her. Her face twisted in an unkindly expression, with a chewed pencil in her mouth. She rubs her face while she reads out loud.
"Kathy looked at him earnestly, did he really say what she thought he did." She looks at the text disgustingly, like mold on food. She deletes it, and then starts over.
"Kathy smiled, and looked at him. He made a difference and she knew..." She deletes the text, and rubs her face.
Like I have said before the woman may look normal, an ordinary face with brown hair and blue eyes. But, what the face is hiding, the secret it encases....Oh, what a story it holds!
Some peoples secrets are few, or they feel they have nothing to hide. But, when you live with fear, the open nature of a human seems to shrink. With terror, the most outgoing person can turn secretive and
secluded.
She lived in fear. Although, most of the fear she lived with is gone, she still feels it day to day. Like a popped balloon, all the pieces
are there, but it is almost impossible to be put back together.
She writes her feelings down on paper. Her stories are secretly based on friends and co-workers, all of the people under different names.
The main character, Kathy, is based on on herself, and more of what she would like to become. "It is better that they don't figure it
out." she tells herself.
Because of her hard life, she fears of people knowing the truth in her books. The barrier that she built to hide her feelings would be
broken. Then they would see the terror that rest inside her being.
Her writing started to be for enjoyment. It was a world she could do anything in without having to be afraid or live with fear. But, after
her friend found her story and sent it to an editor, the books became famous.
Now many stories later, and countless pencils chewed, she is writing
the last line in the series of books.
Not knowing that last line will change her life forever.
