🎭The girl behind the mask🎭[On Hold]

🎭The girl behind the mask🎭(✨chapter one✨)

I sat on the floor, clutching my mask. 

It was as it has always been. A black and white skeleton mask. 

The make-up on my face was washing off with my tears. 

My tears stung the wounds behind the makeup. 

Mother was mad. 

Again. 

My sister was in her room. She doesn't know what happened. 

Of course, because my mother loves her. 

I wish I could say the same about me, but I can't. 

My mother hates me.

Why am I the hated one? Just because I don't wear dresses and don't act as a "girly girl"? 

The mask was big enough to cover my whole face. I received it from my mother on my 5th birthday. It was too big for me back then. 

That was six years ago. 

I could hear my mother shouting outside the door. 

I don't know what or who she was talking to, but it was very irritating. 

Things hadn't always been this way. 

When I was little, she would decorate me and my sister in bows and dresses. When I grew up, I started to wear pants rather than dresses. That got my mother mad. Lucky for me though, my father would always stand up for me. Then, one year later, my father died. We started running out of money and had to move to a smaller house. That's when my mother started going crazy. She's still supernice to my sister, Crystal. 

Why? 

Because she's a girly-girl. 

I got up from the floor, and walked to the washroom connected to my room. 

We got a bigger house when I started making youtube videos for my sister. 

She doesn't seem to notice that even though I was the one who made us the money, my sister was the one who got all the attention, and to be honest, I was okay with that. 

I washed all the makeup off my face to reveal scars, and cuts from my mother when she threw her bottle at me just an hour ago. 

At this point, I could barely feel the pain anymore, but I knew that I would be teased to death at school if anyone ever saw those, so I cover it up with make-up. Yes, it stings, but it's for the best. 

I rubbed some cleansing alcohol on my wounds, and decided not to shower today. 

I changed into my pajamas which I washed myself, and went to bed. 

I hung my mask on the hook beside my bed and stared at it. 

The moonlight reflected on the plastic, which had worn down. No one knows that I still have the mask. 

I hide it from my mother, because I'm scared she'll take it away. If anyone else sees it, though, they'll think I'm a baby. But to be honest, it's my favorite thing in the world. I treasure it like a diamond. It reminds me of the old days, when we were all happy. I like looking at it, as it helps me calm down. 

I soon fell asleep. I would always cry myself to sleep, so I had to enjoy the times when I didn't. I guess I lucked out today.

. . . . . . . . . . . 

I woke up to mother screaming. 

That was normal. 

I walked to my closet calmly. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU CAN'T COME TO WORK TODAY?!" I heard my mother scream through the door.