Username; Meeseeks
Prompt; 3
Word count; 535 words - ew very short
I brushed my hand against one of the over glamorized feathers from my mask. Slowly, I moved my hand to remove the masquerade mask that concealed my identity. Something whispered to me "Don't take off your mask. Unless... You dare to be an individual?" I didn't understand. I was in my house, alone. The rasp in their voice sounded familiar. I turned my head to look to see who- or what it was. Although, nothing was there.
The only reason we wore our masks was beacuse we had to hide, from them... We were seen as the bad guys, but I don't want to be the bad guy anymore. I was sick of hiding, I wanted to stand out. I needed to find out if anyone had removed their mask before. It was 2 in the afternoon, I knew what that ment. Peak hour in the market place. The scammers and counterfeit sellers will try to get every last cent out of you just for some crappy fraudlent merch. I tipped my head down, holding my mask on my face. Running away from the blured sounds of the merchants. The library was at the very end of the town. I didn't stop running until I got there. The feathers and sequins falling off and landing in the dusty trail. Finally, I made it to the end.
The library was right there. Once I had walked in everything was deadly silent. The only other person there was a very young boy, who seemed to be very interested in his book. I walked over to the history section, my eyes scanning the shelves. Something caught my eye, 'Behind The Mask - Demasking Our History' It had to have something to do with anyone taking off their mask. I looked at the author; 'Lacy Saam' That's odd, my last name is Saam. I thought nothing over it though, it's quite common to have the same last name as someone. The book was covered in dust, I covered my hand with the sleeve from my shirt and wiped the cover over. It seemed very old, the vintage colours gave me a very unsetteling feeling. Something about the book didn't seem right, I ingored myself though. I took the book to the issuing desk and got it out under my name.
Once I got home, I slammed to book down on my countertop and opened the first page. Nothing interesting on there, I read every page in the book, no information whatsoever. I was sick of it. I placed my hand on the edge of my mask, ignoring all the voices in my head. I pulled it off my face, I was in excruciating pain but I ingored it, I didn't care anymore. I looked, at my hand, there was a mask just sitting there, then from fear I instantly collapsing into unconsciousness. I woke up on the floor, in a pool of blood. My head burned, I wiped my hand over my head. There was blood all over my hand. The mask was a part of me. 'Idiot, idiot.' Was the last thing I remeber before closing my eyes for the last time...
Oh my god this story is crap, I wanted it to come out way better x3. Good luck to everyone! All your stories are amazing :3.