Chapter 5. Prone to tragedy.
"Let this one be the devil!" My father said when he found out he was to have a third child. And as they say, bad things happen in threes.
The moment I was born, the nurse helping my mother screamed and handed me to her then ran away in horror.
My mother dropped me in her lap and I began to cry louder, I knew I wasn't loved.
4 years past, and my mother still hadn't named me, my father was always at work and demanded I stayed in my room when he was home, and my two older sisters, Constance and Maple, were like my parents to me.
Constance, at the time twelve, gave me her old stuffed animals and things as toys she didn't play with any more and taught me to read and write and do math, and Maple, only seven, taught me about music and tying knots in string and rope and even how to sew fabrics into clothing, this was where my 1st mask came from. A stitched-up bag that I would put on over my head.
The mask had made life better for me. My father allowed me to be out of my room when he was home, I was allowed to eat dinner with the rest of my family when I invented a mask that showed my mouth without the rest of my face, and if I stayed in my own yard, I was allowed to go outside. But it also caused problems, for I would have to make a new one every time my old mask got worn, and my mother would have to buy more cloth for me, and if that weren't enough, I hated wearing it! It was irritating to an extreme! For days I would stay in my room just so I wouldn't have to wear it and when I took it off, my face would be red as a ruby! But I would have to wear a mask for the rest of my life so I put up with it.
But one night, when I was ten, as we sat together at dinner table, my mask irritating me to the point of tears, I took the end in my small hands and tore it off and covered my face with my arms.
My father quickly got out of his seat and took me by my arms and pulled me in front to f the mirror.
"Do you see what you are?" He said. As I tried to cover my face, he held my head in place and said. "Do you see what horror you are?"
With tears in my eyes, I screamed and smashed the mirror with my hands, blood and glass pouring on the floor.
Although the doctor fixed my wounds, it left scars for the rest of my life. On my hands, and in my mind.
The next day, Maple found mother and father hanging by nooses in their bedroom.
My sisters and I were sent to work for the shah of Persia, my sisters were sent to work and I didn't get to see them till years later, and I was a servant for five years, and in my free time I would design buildings and labyrinths, and when they realized my talent, they took my designs and rebuilt the government house, then he schools, and then the cities. Then one day, they asked me to design a prison, a prison no one could escape from. A prison that would scare people into never committing a crime.
This was no difficulty for me to design, but when it was finished, I was the only one who could walk the halls without falling into a trap.
During this time, I had been going through an awkward stage in my life, and I had built myself a small homemade argileh and I had become addicted, and it ruined my good judgment.
I'm not proud of what I did, and I'll never say what it was, but it was so criminal they would have to put me in jail, no trial. But because I had designed the prison, and knew every way out and in, they ordered me killed.
The day of my execution, my sister Maple came to me, she didn't say anything, but she gave me a loath of bread, a canteen and a knife, then she left.
It was a gruesome fight the guards and I had; one could say it was to the death, for the foolish guard who actually dared to fight me.
"I have never seen a more brilliant fighter." The other said and dropped his sword.
The sword slid on the floor to my feet, in which I picked it up and ran out.
I walked for days no end, only stopping to sleep or relieve myself, I even walked while I ate my bread and drank my water, until I couldn't stay awake any longer and I collapsed. Thank god my mask was on when I did.
I don't know how long I slept, but I awoke to the sight of a gypsy girl, about 3 years older than I.
She was leaning over me trying to see if I was alive, and when I awoke she sighed with relief and said something in Romani, then realizing I didn't understand, said in English. "Sir, do you need help?"
I had not spoken to another person in weeks, and her voice was amazing to my ears and I just wanted to keep listening but knowing I had to reply, I said. "Ran away."
I don't know why she did, or why I didn't stop her, but then she took my mask off, and screamed in horror.
Her scream alerted her camp 10 yards away, they ran to her side, and thinking I wasn't human or something, they put me in a cage.
I was brought around the world with them, and they showed me off as some sort of sideshow. Oh the horrors I was put threw, locked in that small cage, strange faces staring at me, those who didn't point threw rocks and apple cores.
They didn't feed me, and I grew to have my bones show threw my chest, I knew I wouldn't last long, it was only a matter of time before I would be gone.
Just as I began to give up hope, a man only about 2 years older than I, , came to my cage and snuck a small roll of threw the bars.
I ate the roll like a savage animal. I declared that I had never tasted a better piece of bread.
The boy's name was Nadir, he had been raised better than to judge someone by their appearance, while the others couldn't believe I was human, he just knew I was.
He came every night and fed me his leftover food and he eventually convinced the others to give me dinner every day, but unfortunately, he also told them what a gentleman I was.
There was this woman, not the one who found me, but her sister. After listening to Nadir, she became curious about me, and soon it let to obsession.
They had given me a new warn set of clothing to wear, and had put a tent cover over my cage to keep the cold out, and as I undressed myself to change, the cage door open, and she climbed in and closed it.
Bashful, I quickly began to dress again, but she stopped me.
She slowly took her dress off, and I was struck by how attractive she looked, but having never been explained the matters of sexual union, I hadn't the slightest idea what she was doing, or why certain parts of me were growing hard.
The she took my hand and brought it to her large pink breasts, further hardening my organ. I felt as if I needed to move closer, but I retreated. If only she had as well.
She frowned and moved closer to me, so close we almost touched, and pert of me wanted to, but I was also afraid.
I moved to the back of my cage, and she followed, this time pulling me to her.
As I entered her small opening, I felt as if I was living for the 1st time, and yet at the same moment, I felt like a cadaver.
At 1st I enjoyed it and I began thrust into her, letting a moan escape my lips, then she pushed me down and sat on me, moving in a way to get my organ sticking strait into her.
I didn't quite like this, having someone on top of me like this, and I tried to push her off, but she just mistook it as me trying to smother her breasts, and grasped my hair.
This wasn't sex like she must have been wanting. No. This was rape. Abysmal, dreadful, terrible rape. I screamed for her to stop, and cried for Nadir to save me, praying that she would keep my mask on.
As soon as began to cry, she stopped and I threw her of me, tossing her aside, and stammering to my feet, not realizing she had hit her head on the gate, killing her slowly.
I grabbed my clothing and hauled it on, not even bothering to button my shirt.
The entire camp was awake now; alarmed and tiered they raced to discover what had happen.
Luckily for me, Nadir had come 1st, and knowing the woman for how she acted and knowing me for my knowledge of the matter, pulled me out of the cage and sprinted me to a building that they were beginning they had to put a halt to building do to proximity to the catacombs under the city and the fact that there apparently was a lake underground.
"Nadir, what are we doing here?" I asked him.
"Saving your neck." He replied, and he pushed me into the broken ground in which I fell through hole into the cold damp catacombs.
Nadir didn't come back that night, or the night after, but he did come every night after that, and each time he brought me things necessary to live, and I soon had an entire house there, but never a home.