As we rock back and forth I feel so safe. I just want to sleep. But I don't know, I just woke up. So off my lazy ass and it's five more days. Five. I can't. We can't.
So I head downstairs and watch the news. Officially, Ryan and I are dead. They never found us. So Willy brought all the sentimentals over with his "resources". I didn't even ask. That was pretty good for me. So we have all the pictures and stuff.
So as I walk down the stairs, bullet casings everywhere. And blood. Lots of it. "Ryan." I whisper. "Ryan." And soon that whisper turns into a scream. "Ryan!"
He ran down the stairs and his face looks blank and his face goes pale. "Kate. What. Is. That?" All the color is gone. We turn towrod eachother and I step in the blood. It's warm. My face is in shock. I can feel the warmth drain my cheeks. "Ryan?" I look at him with so much fear. And I see his fear. My white sock is now stained red. We walk down the hallway where the blood spills get larger.
We walk down hand and hand. Shanking after each step. Seeing the blood get to a darker red with more and more. Willys' room.
I slowly open the door and see something that not even I believe.
YOU ARE READING
Wearing the Mask.
Short StoryIt's been a year since "Fear the Mask." And everything has changed. People come and go. Words and fights have gone. But the most important, we lived as a family. And no one can take that away from us. When Ryan's job just gets harder and harder to k...
