A Faceless Mask

Sometimes thing are better left unanswered, understanding exactly why it happened is what burns bridges and leaves people alone with nothing but a memory. I wish I understood this before this happened. Reality is no more than a dream, and once you find the key to altering it there is no stopping what is created.

Sometimes as a child I often looked out of my window as the rain crawled down the glass and the cool breeze shivered my spine. The door to my room cracked drawing a path of safety glowing with warmth left me at ease but something didn’t feel right. Fog soon coated the street making it nearly impossible to recognize, only a few street lights bringing a faint glimpse as to what was there. I started to feel uncomfortable and soon wanted to stop looking. But I couldn’t, I had to let my eyes focus on the street across from my window. My stomach started to turn and I felt… numb…

I wanted to stop but something made me keep looking… No, searching for something that wasn’t there. My imagination turned to reality and the colors around my room faded to dull shades of their former selves. The light behind me soon disappeared and I was left in a cold box. The light outside started to fade and the fog soon got thicker. A shadow of a man came into view from the fog through the window, but nothing else. Terrified now I closed my eyes hoping he would go away. He soon came closer and closer to my window, slowly revealing his features when I peeked from my fingers. Now directly in front of me I waited for him to do something.

Suddenly the door opened and I was released from my prison, my mom was standing there wondering what I was doing… I had no response, only the look of grief on my face…

Credit To: Exinstix