Masked
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I slowly woke up with a pounding headache on a cold, concrete floor with a mouth full of blood. I started crying and couldn't stop the tears from dripping down my face. I looked around with the tears blurring my vision for any sign of life. I saw nothing just Cement floors and walls. I looked behind me and noticed a door. I wiped the tears off my face and tried to get up but was immediately pulled back down. After I fell I looked down to my feet to discover I was chained to the floor. I tried to wiggle my foot out of it and as I was about to try to stand up again, the door creaked open disrupting the discrete silence throughout the room. I heard the slow creak bounce of the wall and hit me in the head. I slowly looked up terrified and started crying even more. When i finally looked up to the face of the person all I saw was... a mask.
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this story is about a scientist in Antarctica slowly losing his sanity I can feel the corners of my lips tug upwards and before I know it, I'm cackling. My laughter rings through the empty room, bouncing off the walls as I double over in hysterics. Despite the dire situation, I can't seem to stop. With each passing second, my giggles become more uncontrollable, more manic. As I catch my breath, I try to reassure myself. "Everything will be fine," I tell myself, punctuating my sentence with another bout of laughter. "Because, because!" I repeat, and my voice breaks into another round of giggles. But soon, my mirth turns to misery as my laughter becomes sobs. I collapse on my hands and knees, tears streaming down my face until they blur my vision. The tears burn my skin, adding to my anguish. I can't even cry in peace, can't even surrender to my despair without feeling physical pain. "Oh god, I ruin everything Johnny- I'm sorry!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm supposed to keep care of you and I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Johnny!" I scream, pounding my fists on the cold, hard floor in frustration. It's no use. Nothing can save me. I feel my tears freezing on my face and I quickly dry them with the back of my hand. I crawl over to the fire, seeking warmth and comfort. But there's no comfort to be found.

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