We Are The Mask

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I was running. I could feel droplets of cold sweat dripping down my forehead. I could taste the saltiness of my tears as they poured into my mouth. I could hear my breath, quickly drawing in as much oxygen as possible. I could see only trees. I had been running for over thirty minutes, and I could still, only see trees. Trees, and this hard ground. This ground that, as I ran, burned the soles of my feet. But I had to keep running, if I stopped, they would catch me. And if they caught me, they would kill me.

Suddenly, I saw it; a glimmer of hope, a light in the darkness, my freedom. I saw the edges of the forest. Somehow I found the energy to sprint even faster. I dodged trees and prickly weeds on the solid ground. I could see it clearer now. I could see the light peeking in through the thick forest canopy. I could see the long grass that awaited me when I passed through the border of trees.

After I darted through the borders, I dashed along the field. The long stalks of grass whipped my legs as I ran, but although my legs were now stinging in pain, I kept on running. This was my last chance. I took a quick glance forwards only to see a new fringe of trees appear in the distance. My hope suddenly dropped but I went on. If I could get far enough away, I could still be free. My level of hope dropped even further when I saw what was next. Emerging from these trees I saw the cause of all this, the cause of all my fear. I saw one of them.

It was dressed in formal attire; a suit and tie, but a blood-curdling mask covered its face. The mask was plain white with empty black holes for eyes and a horrifying mouth, or what I thought was a mouth. It was a long gash that spread from one ear to the other. Vibrant, red blood dripped out of the cracks between the rough stiches that were holding the two halves of the mask together. It was pure horror implanted on to a face.

I quickly turned and bolted in the other direction, away from the repulsion that had crept out of the forest. As I was running, I noticed the terror that made me fall onto my knees in dread, the sight that triggered all the tiny pieces of hope I had left to scatter away. More of those creatures exited the forest and proceeded to travel towards me, creating a circle of death that was beginning to suffocate me. I was now drenched in both sweat and tears and my clothes were covered in rips and dirt. My legs and feet were coated with bruises, gashes and blisters and, as I took a glance upwards, I saw that they had not stopped. They were taking slow patient steps towards me, as if they knew that I couldn’t go anywhere, as if they knew it was the end. I was going to die, and they want to savour the moment. I understood now that it was my time but I had to try something; I wouldn’t go down without a fight. I was too exhausted to lift a single finger against the beasts so I did the only action that my body would allow; I let out an ear-splitting cry. I screamed until my throat was raw and dry and I couldn’t continue.

I was trapped now. They were all around me. I could only see suits, masks and the dark, sinister sky. One monster took a confident step towards me. I looked up and into the deep abyss of its venom filled eyes and an intense feeling of trepidation consumed me. All of a sudden, my head was flung back. I could feel my scalp tear as my hair was harshly ripped from my head. I opened my mouth wide as I felt a defending scream erupt out of mouth, but all that I heard was silence and the horrendous sound of several stands of hair being jerked out of me. A cold sharp object was placed at the base of my neck. Pain seared through me as the object cut through my soft skin. I could feel the coursing rush of blood fall down onto my hands and into my lap. I couldn’t breathe as blood flooded my mouth and poured down the sides my face. I coughed and spluttered as the hideous liquid ran into my lungs. I was drowning in my own blood. My vision started fading into darkness but the blistering pain was still annihilating my body. As the claws of death pulled me further, the last thing I saw was the mask. But this time, it was smiling.

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