Enough is Enough

by Kayako85

"We all wear masks. Everyone, every day. Sometimes we wear them so much, we forget who we really are. And sometimes, someone comes along and shows us who we really want to be. Who we should be."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the character Ada Wong or most of the characters that will later be used in this story. However I will be making up some as I go.

PROLOGUE

"….CREAK…."

It's freezing. The wind is freezing. The kind of freezing where one gust of wind feels like a billion ice rock needles poking at your arms and face. In an instant your skin turns pale and millions of little goose bumps cover your skin. You feel like you're going to die because the cold is too intense for your body. You see the air freeze your breath in a cloud of vapor. There's nothing around to warm you, and suddenly you are completely lost in a reverie of all your past memories. Your childhood especially. And him.

The door creaks itself open, snow gathering at the bottom. It slowly opens about halfway, wood like ice to the touch. In comes that burst of cold breeze again. Inside is a medium sized, very plain room. It's almost completely empty. Dusty dark wooden panels cover both the floor and the walls. Cobwebs are in the corners of the barren ceiling. However there is one double window on the wall to the right. Plain blue curtains are hanging down from it, dust collecting on the sill.

There is only one other item in the empty room. A wooden chair. It's facing away from the door, and at the back of the room. There is a young woman sitting in it, with her back to the rest of the place. A long cascade of jet black hair with an Asian texture is hanging down until about halfway to the seat. Her legs are all the way on the chair and she is hugging her knees tightly. The woman's face is buried into her knees. She is alone. Alone in this dark, barren excuse for a room. Why was this happening? What could she have possibly done that was so horrifying to deserve this? They were the ones treating her terribly. Even if it didn't seem like it. Even if she would laugh along with them. Even if she would attempt to throw in a joke or two about herself. Even if she did everything she could to make sure that she was there whenever they needed her. And they always did. She knew it.

Every single day when she walked out of the comforts of her own home, red backpack slung over her shoulder, she always put on the same mask and wore it throughout the school day. The same mask that she had been wearing for as long as she can remember. All throughout her years of schooling and her childhood. They didn't know who she truly was. Soon enough, however, she became tired of all this. Tired of being made fun of for childish and stupid reasons, just so that those who were jealous of her could have something to tease her about. But that's done. Enough….is enough.

This is the story of Ada Wong.

Thx for reading R&R (: