Thomas gazed into the mirror that sat on his nightstand, the dead skin masked covering his real face. He ran his tongue over his sharp but rotting teeth. He adjusted the mirror and picked up a small tube of lipstick. He slid the cap off and began applying it to the lips of the skin mask he wore, though he still puckered his lips. Once he was done applying his lipstick he set it down and smiled at himself in the mirror. Thinking this made him look beautiful.
If girls wear make up to look pretty, so can I.
He grabbed some eye shadow from one of the drawers and set it down as he picked up some blush as well. He gazed into the mirror with glittering dark brown eyes. He began to apply the eye shadow to his skin mask, holding an innocent smile on his face as he did so. Once he was done he tried to make a few cute faces in the mirror. He picked up the blush and began to apply it onto the cheeks of his mask. Letting out a wistful sigh as he finished one cheek. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he thought of the children that used to make fun of him. He tried his best to keep from crying because he didn't want to smear his make up. I'm just like everyone else. I'm beautiful. He began to apply blush to his other cheek, trying to forget about his childhood. Once he was finished apply his blush he stood up and grabbed some powder, he applied it to his mask so that his makeup would not was away easily. He turned and walked to his closet before pulling out a white dress. It had beautiful tip and a bit of blood across it. He undressed before putting the beautiful dress on, he walked back to the mirror. He smiled at himself, fluffing the bottom of the dress a bit.
I am beautiful.