A/N: Hey Y'all I'm back, so I really don't know why I wrote this, it seemed like a good idea at the time. So tell me what you think of it. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP, that belongs to J.K Rowling. If I did own it, do you think that Sirius would be dead, or that Snape would seemingly be single? I don't think so!

Warnings: Abuse is mentioned, Will be slash.

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The mask hides my features, what I really am like; they all see this kid, who's got unmarred skin, and a handsome tan. They don't see me, they don't see what is behind this mask, no one has, but one.

He never told a sole like I thought he would. I guess he is trustworthy like they say. He saw past my mask, and I saw past his. For two people with similar masks, can see past someone of the same caliber.

He too was bruised, bloody, and broken. He too was abused, both physically and mentally. He understood my pain; it seemed we were alone to fight this battle. To fight our abusers, to fight the world that makes us create a mask, yet we are not alone, we are together.

I didn't think that it would be possible, to find someone, someone who was as broken as I was. I did though, except, he was by someone who understandingly wasn't supposed to abuse him. I on the other hand, was not supposed to be abused; the man is my father for goodness sakes.

Well, he is said to be my father; I do not view of him like that, not since the abuse started. He hides what he does to me well, especially when others are over, he acts like your typical dad. Except when they leave, it's worse, it's always worse.

It hurts more when someone leaves, because he thinks that they found out. No one ever has, except one, but he won't tell, because he knows how it feels. He understands me; he's the only person I can truly trust.

Oh sure there are my classmates, my housemates, and the teachers. Do I trust them though, no I can't, and they will only hurt me more, because they don't understand. They lie, the lot of them, everyone does, except him, and he has never lied to me.

I miss him, I really do, as I take this beating, all I can think about is how much pain he could be in. I wish I could see him, I wish I could tell him that everything would be all right.

After his birthday he can leave, he can leave that place of pain. I wish we could be together, but I can't leave, not until after he does, it wouldn't be right, it never could be right.

His friends don't notice, mine don't either, except they really aren't our friends. They are just spies in this game of war, they don't stay loyal, and they can switch within seconds. They aren't loyal, they lie, and cheat to get there way. Only he is loyal, just as I shall be with him.

We made a promise, that after we got out of these houses of terror, we would leave the school that many call home. We would leave the manipulative headmaster, the spying "friends", and the acquaintances that are there. I know I would not miss it.

We plan to go to a place, where we are welcomed for who we are, what we are. Where we don't have to hide our masks anymore, and we don't have to pretend to be enemies, when in truth we are so much more.

I wish I could see him, talk to him, not miss him so much, but I do miss him, and I can't contact him. This torture will be over soon, only one more month to go, thirty days, of pure agony, waiting, hoping, that we will come out of this alive.

I am Blaise Zabini, and this is my story.