Behind My Mask
Chapter Two
"I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
And the reason is you"
Hoobastank "The Reason"
The party was glamorous. They always were. She thanked God it was a masked ball. Quite cliché, but she was grateful no one would see her still slightly blotchy face through the thick silk mask. She looked beautiful in her dark blue cocktail dress, with a long graceful body that had every man's eye. Too bad she wasn't a whore; she could be good at it.
Her delicate face was done up with only little make-up, most around her lush lips. Long waist length like-silk raven black hair was bound up on her head in a cute twist. None of this took her mind away from her moment at hand. Her distress. She decided to re-cap what had happened to her yesterday. After all, the slight frown in her lips would give her away. She sat herself in an abandoned chair away from the dancing, the twirling, and misty-eyes of lovers.
An almost empty champagne glass rested temptingly on the table cloth. She didn't know to whom it belonged, but she didn't care. Focusing her dark gaze onto the far window of the ballroom, she realized that remembering what happened to her would help her pain.
The night sky was deep and dark. She was walking down a street; she didn't know where she was. Confused and suffering from a massive headache, she held her head and walked quickly down the street, trying to assess her surroundings. There was no explanation as to why she'd just suddenly realized she was in the streets at eleven at night, with no memory. It was as if she'd been out of her body, and now she was back in herself as suddenly as if she'd merely opened her eyes.
Her walk became steady as she recognized things. She tried not to focus on her feeling of nausea. She was only a few blocks from home. "Oh thank you God." She prayed. Then, everything spun, and she was tumbling down suddenly, everything fading into inky blackness.
She awoke in the arms of someone warm. Instant instincts told her to fight, and she did, flailing her arms pathetically despite her weakness. "Settle down! I'm not going to hurt you." She paused at the slightly hazy and familiar Australian accent. Her eyes moved up from a skinny, yet a showing of muscled, chest to a lean neck, then to two azure eyes that stole the breath from her heart. "Are you okay? You were just passed out in the streets." He asked, eyes showing a slight glimmer of amusement. It was gone fast though, and the serious and coldness returned.
She shook her head and pushed away from him. "Y-yeah. I was just…. heading home. I'm sorry. Aren't you Wallabe Beetles from down the street?" she asked, trying to think of where she'd seen those eyes before. He had to be at least fourteen, if not more. (I kno he speaks with an accent, but you lazy monkeys can pretend!) "I think I know you. Weren't we in KND?" her mind spun, and blackness took her greedily again.