masked- (of one's true character feelings) concealed To me, pretending to be happy had always been better than explaining my tears. To me, smiling and being approachable had always been better than frowning and receiving dirty looks. To me, living nothing short of a fairytale was always better than accepting the harsh reality of my past. To me, hiding myself of my true persona, of my true personality had always been better than showcasing a demon that I know lurked within. But does better always mean easier? Is it really easier for me to portray myself as something fake and perfected than bruised and broken? I thought better meant easier, but now, I'm not so sure. *I do not own any of the WWE characters that will be used for this book. I do not own the lead, Malaika Terry. I do not own Adrienne Bailon. I just thought they'd look good for this story. I only own Lucianna, Nicole, Carlos, Damian, and other minor unknowns.* *This book is a work of fiction and will contain violence, profanity, intimate moments, and sensitive subjects.* *Cover made by me*