Man behind the Mask

Chapter 4.

I was still in shock when Ryan and I walked through the park on the way home. "All this time, I never know what you looked like, your name, or anything. But now, just, wow." I said.

"Yeah, I thought you would react like that.." he said looking down.

"It's not a bad thing. I enjoy you for you, not just your YouTube side. I'm really happy I got to meet the real you." I said looking at him.

"Really?" He said looking up.

"Of course..Cry." I said smiling.

"I think I'll always like the man behind the mask more. But keep that mysterious stuff going, okay?"

"Okay." he said in a submissive voice.

"Okay." I mocked and laughed.

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Ryan walked me to my apartment and when we got there I put my back against the door. He extended one arm against the door for support while he leaned over me.

"Tonight was great," he said looking at me sweetly.

"Yeah, we should do this again," I said slowly getting on my tiptoes.

"No, I got it." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. They were soft and our tongues explored each other. He pulled me closer to him and I wrapped one arm around his and had another in his hair. I love his hair. Both of his hands had me pulled close. This lasted a while. I wanted it to last. There is a constant spark that jolts through me with every little peck. We pulled apart and I breathed heavy on his chest. "You take my breath away, Ryan.." I whispered.

"I can't help it, heh." He said running one hand through my hair.

"I think we're already more than friends.. aren't we?" I said taking a moment to look at him.

"Yeah, it would seem so." He smiled. Not normally, it had a curve to it. It was almost a smirk.

"Well, I'll be going now." I hugged and kissed him one last time.

"Night, Hannah." He said turning around as I closed the door.

I sighed deeply and was greeted by Whiskers. "Hey boy.."

I went to use the bathroom and I took off my clothes in exchange for comfy pajamas. I crawled into my bed and turned on the TV. "Ugh, too lazy to get a snack. Oh well." I sat there for a while aimlessly staring at the television.

My eyes were closing themselves and I quickly switched off the TV. I stretched out across my bed and fell asleep softly.

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I had a dream I was sitting in a black room. There was someone sitting in front of me in the middle gripping their face with a mask. It was a man, a tall man; I could tell from his shape. Suddenly I felt liquid dripping down the walls, it smelled rotten and some got in my hair. Suddenly, the figure looked up. His hand was over a mask. Was that.. Cry's mask?! Its edges were stained with blood and a crooked grin crept across his face just below the mask. It was silent for a while and my body wouldn't stop shaking. I couldn't close my eyes, I couldn't run. "What's going on?!" I yelled at him. All was silent, until he let out this insanely loud maniacal laugh. It made my stomach wrench. He ripped his mask off, threw it to the ground, and came towards me. "No, stop! Please!" I cried struggling. "Ryan! Please! Hear me!" I yelled. His bloody hand grabbed my chin. Tears poured down my face,"Please..."

He put his face so close to mine our noses touched. He breathed on me and his eyes were all black. "..Sooooon..." he whispered. Then he pulled out a knife and jabbed it into my stomach while pressing his lips against mine. My vision went black.

I woke up screaming and with the cold sweats. "Wha-What the hell was that about?!" I balled up under the covers. "Please.. please don't mean anything..." I said fighting myself back to sleep. After some time, I slept again. Dreamless.