My Mask Prologue

The smile I wear is just a mask. The purple dress I always wear, is the only clothes I have, other than my pajamas. I seem cheerful to the people around me, with my long white hair, and my flashing blue eyes, but inside I’m as dead as the darkness that swirls in my heart. Nothing really brings joy to me. Nothing makes me truly happy.1

My mask becomes harder to wear every passing moment. During the day I act like everyone else. But, when the time for bed comes, I am more myself than ever.My parents know how insane I am. When the time for bed comes, they come in my room, and tie my arms and legs to the bed. I usually just lie there after I’m tied up, excepted one time. I snapped.2

My mother and father tied me to the bed, and my mother said,
“Now, now dear, we only do this because of how your problem affects everyone. We don’t want you to hurt anyone.” That made me so angry that I bit her hand that was stroking my face. I started to thrash and scream.3

My mom and dad rushed out of the room. I screamed and screeched until I couldn’t scream anymore. That night was one of the worst nights I had. My mother had gotten the carpenter to sound-proof my walls and windows in my room so only I could hear my shouts.4

My sister was the only one who would talk to me like a normal person. She was the only one who could calm me down. She talked to me and told me stories about what it was like outside. You see, I wasn’t ever allowed outside.5

My sister told me she wished mom and dad wouldn’t tie me up. She said it might help my problem. I agreed with her. Sometimes I wished my sis and I lived alone. Then maybe I would be normal. As I said before, my sister calmed me down very easily.6

Maybe one day mom will tell dad that I shouldn’t be tied up. Maybe then I could be better. Maybe I’ll become sane and stay sane forever more. At least that’s what I thought until mom died, and my sister moved out of the house.7

These days, my insanity has been worse than ever, and my hopes have gone down the drain. There’s nothing I can do but wait, and go more insane all the while. As I said, There is nothing I can do.8