The Battle for Freedom

6

   Six years pass and no sign of the girl. The bodies were never found and the wounds have healed into scars. My face is worse than it was. I look around the place to find his mask. I find it with the clothes and put it on.
   I snap and the mask is brand new. It fits perfectly so I smile a little. With this new look I can steal more bigger things. I go out and steal a stereo and speakers. I put them to the side and walk around to find a breaker.
   I find it up the stairs and open it. I touch them and don't get shocked. So I grab my tools and start fixing the wires. Soon I hear the hum of electric going through wires. I walk down and switch on the lights to find they work.
   I hook up my stereo to a outlet and put in a Hollywood Undead cd. I have a liking for their music. I turn up the volume and smile. I am sixteen now and a lot taller. No one comes around anymore and I like it this way. Someone makes noise outside, breaking me from my music and thoughts.
   I slowly make my way to the door and listen. My ears hear nothing more so I relax. I open the door and see a package right in front of me. I pick it up and shake it. I hear a soft thump inside.      My curiosity gets the best of me and I bring it in with me, closing the door.
   I tear open the blue paper package and open the box. My eyes widen as I look inside. I see a well crafted gas mask like the style of the one I already have. It is dark red with black fabric. On each side, toxic signs show brightly. I pick it up and try it on to find it fits perfectly.
   I look at the wrapping paper to see if I can figure out who gave me this wonderful gift. Without luck, I don't find a name or any information to give me the answer. I wear it proudly to bed and don't take it off as I lie down in the hammock. My dreams become bitter and horror because they show that night my friend died and the explosion. I am left lying in the hammock, awake and restless.