American Mask

Seal

Allen frowned a bit, scouring the bathroom for the razors he had stashed away. Not finding them anywhere, he gave up looking and headed to Home Depot, picking up a small package of utility blades. Once he was home again, plastic bag successfully hidden in his bomber jacket, he slipped into the bathroom, the door closing behind him like a thousand hushed voices coming to a halt as the spokesman began a speech. The spokesman, tall, proud, and loud shouted silently to the rooftops about the efficiency of utility blades. Cuts cardboard like paper! Cuts skin like nothing. Portable! Easy to bring everywhere just in case. Useful! Very. Huhu! The man grinned giggling at the sales, crying out to the audience 'thank yous' and 'your welcomes.' Thank yous for Allen's purchase and your welcomes  for Allen getting a good use out of it. Sighing tiredly, he curled up on the bathroom floor, a sudden wave of exhaustion crashing over him and pulling him into a sea of terrifyingly real dreams. He floated atop the water, staring up into the pink and purple sky, spotting a flock of green and orange doves diving into the water and shooting out with beaks full of bullets, wings stained with red. A blue seal brushed against his hand, nibbling at his fingertips with razors for teeth, slowly scraping away at the flesh without a sound, deep black eyes glistening in the white sun. Allen made no move to save his hand, letting himself be lost in those black eyes and forget the burning sensation in his fingertips.
After what seemed like hours of gazing into nothingness, Allen was pulled from his slumber by an insistent knocking. He quickly stood up, holding onto the counter so he wouldn't pass out again. He eyed the razors still pristinely packaged and contemplated using them. The knocking reminded him why he'd gotten up, so he quickly shoved the packet into his jacket pocket and slipped away from the spot light, America taking the opportunity to represent their physical form. He plastered a glittering smile to his pale lips and ruffled his hair before opening the door. The bright lights of the stage that called itself life suddenly blinded him, so he squinted to point out the figures of his tormentors. He spit out jumbled words, not even paying attention to what he said as he slipped back into his prison of attention, what seemed to be a million eyes digging into his skin far deeper then the seals teeth ever could. But he endured it, gritted his teeth, and ignored the sound of his brittle heart cracking.

Sorry it took so long, it's been pretty busy at home as of late, and I'm sorry this is so short but I wanted to get something out. I hope your all doing well! Until next time my lovelies❤️