This was a dangerous game she was playing.
As an actor, one needs to connect with the part. A big, hulking, angry man cannot play the part of a whimpering, spineless weakling-and likewise, one cannot play the part of a hyperactive young girl unless…
Misa covered herself in blankets to thwart the security cameras as she took her mask off-she sat, hugging her knees to stop the trembling.
Who was she now? Who had she ever been?
(To be successful, the viewers must like her image.)
But when had it started? She was no longer a young girl, that she was sure of. (Had she ever been one?).
She forced herself to think back to the time her parents were alive…
FLASHBACK FLASHBACK FLASHBACK
"Oh, you look so cute, Misa!" Her mother clapped her hands as she looked at Misa dressed in gothic Lolita clothing. "My baby!"
Misa simply nodded and tried to smile. She looked in the mirror, and was surprised to see that her smile looked genuine enough. Yes, she did look pretty, and the makeup covered the bruises her mother refused to acknowledge…she looked like some small porcelain doll. No wonder her mother treated her like a pet.
"Now, Misa, we're going to a party tonight and you're coming along! Oh, you're going to outshine all the other girls there!"
"Is it my-my debut?"
"Oh yes! You're 12 now, so you're old enough! The same age as me when I debuted!"
At the party, Rem silently holds Misa's hand as other men grope her shamelessly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and she pretends they are talking to her in French and that she is responding in return, exchanging pleasantries and speaking of nothing more complicated than the weather.
"What's wrong with you?" The man asks her angrily as she doesn't respond to his had gripping her butt. "I thought you liked this when I did it before!"
Too late she realizes that her mask has fallen off, and she quickly pulls down somewhere deep inside of her to make it get back on. You like this man you like this man youlikethisman now smilesmilesmile! She tells herself.
And surprisingly, she finds that the happy light has gone back into her eyes and that the man before her has gone from disgusting to pleasant. She giggles coyly and he smirks. Out of the corner of her eye she sees a pair of eyes looking at her sadly, and notices that it is a young boy with black hair. Without anyone noticing, she manages to shake her head at him and he reluctantly stops watching her.
"Misa Misa thinks you're going too fast." She crosses her arms over herself playfully while wondering who the boy was. "Misa Misa will now go dance with someone else for now." And she turns her nose up and flounces away, Rem's hand gripping her arm tightly as the only sign that she knows something has changed with Misa.
END OF FLASHBACK
And so far, she'd learned to control herself, to not get carried away with her personality swings. It almost seemed as if there were two different people sharing the same body at the exact same time, her body acting on its own but her mind staying aware of her surroundings.
But it seemed as if she might be losing control just a little.
So, she thought to herself. This means I don't have much time.
authors note: It's been so long since i've updated that i can't stick to the story as i originally planned. theres not going to be a drastic change, but there will be some changes that wont match up with previous chapters( which i will try to rewrite accordingly ).:) so just a heads up, okay?:D