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It was 2 o' clock in the morning. I woke up to some rustling downstairs. Jolting up immediately, I scanned the room.
Good news: No suspicious figures or activity.
Bad news: Where the hell is Masky?!
I jumped out of bed, knowing full well that Masky made that noise downstairs.
What could he be doing? Eating all the cheesecake?!
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw the scene that I knew was coming for years and years.
The last thing I ever wanted to happen.
The possibility that I had pushed into the far reaches of my imagination so that it would be harder to fathom.
The possibility that- even after all the therapy, after all the promises we made, after all the "Are you alright"s and "Yeah, I'm fine"s- one of us just wasn't ever going to be mentally stable again.
And after years of finally thinking it was over. That one night. Masky came home, covered in blood.
And it sure as hell wasn't his own.
"What the fuck happened?!" I practically screamed. He was even wearing the mask. The one he said he would never wear again. The one he said he hated. I felt something in me break. I didn't know what it was. But I did know that I was fucking furious. "Where have you been?!"
He slowly pulled his mask off, showing a thoroughly terrified face beneath it. He dropped the mask on the floor next to him and put his hands up.
"Hoodie, I can explain..."
"Then explain!"
"I... I got in a fight..."
"And killed somebody?!"
"W-well... I was in danger..."
"They were gonna kill you?!" He stared down at his feet.
"U-um... No."
"What the FUCK, Masky?!" I smacked him across the face, leaving a red handprint on his left cheek. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Masky fell to his knees, tears filling his eyes.
"I... I just..."
"YOU JUST WHAT?!" He whipped his head back, tears streaming from his eyes, and looked me straight in the eyes.
"I just don't feel human anymore, Hoodie!" My eyes widened at his statement. Masky always seemed to be happy. I never thought he was hiding something from me... He continued.
"Every time we leave this house, people on the streets... THEY STARE AT ME! Like I'm a monster! An animal that was let out of its cage! And they always whisper among themselves... So quietly... 'What happened to that guy?'... 'Oh, well he's just A FUCKING LUNATIC!'"
I got down on my knees in front of him, breaking a stream of tears with my thumb.
"Masky... What did you?" He bit his trembling lip as more tears came rushing from his eyes.
"I killed people, Hoodie." His voice wavered, resembling the whine of an injured animal.
"How many?" I was concerned. Very concerned. I don't want us to be in this mess again. It would break him... Hell, it would break me, too... His voice cracked.
"A lot..."
Shit.
Shit.
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