The Battle for Freedom

8

   I wake to knocking on my front door. I quickly dress and walk slowly to the door as my mind races. I unlock the door to find another box. This is making me a little mad. Are they afraid of me or something? Why are they being nice to me?
   So many questions race through my mind that I don't even bother to bring the mysterious box in. My eyes catch a glimpse of a blond girl with ripped blue jeans and a turquoise jacket walking away back towards the city. A memory sparks in my mind. This is the girl I saw before when I was taking my bath. I want to talk to her and ask her why is she leaving these masks for me and why don't she stop and speak to me, but I'm too shy to.
   She is so beautiful while I'm this monster that hides in this warehouse, never to see the light of day like a normal human being. This is the cold hard fact that I face everyday. I will never have someone to love and care for. I will not admit I like this girl.
   She is not my type, but, then again, I never even have talked to her before. I stop watching her and go back to take in the box. My worst enemy is curiosity. I put it on the table and open it. What is inside is a very wonderful mask that I could never dream of having.
   The toxic signs glow in the dark and are blue. The fabric is very strong and a dark purple, almost black. The stitching is a bright red with a little silver in it. I quickly take off the red mask I put on two days ago and put this one on. It feels so comfortable on my face and fits me nicely. I have to admit, this girl has some hands to create such beautiful craftsmanship.
    I levitate around and feel happy for once. I pick up my sketchbook and look through the art that I have created before. Then I get this wonderful idea, I am going to start making graffiti to share my art with the world. I land on my feet and get my knife. Tomorrow night will be the first time I will do graffiti. Tonight would be too late because I hadn't notice how time flies.
   I must been so happy that I hadn't noticed that I have been in one spot for five hours. Suddenly I feel tired and fly up to my hammock. I yawn and put my hands behind my back. Tomorrow is a new day and the dawn of Toxic Ghost. I like that name and so I decide to keep it for my graffiti name. My eyes growl heavy and so I fall asleep happily, dreaming about what tomorrow will hold.