For years Maya has been faking. Pretending to be someone she wasn't all in the hope that she could convince herself she was different. But it wasn't working - it never worked for long. She had kept up this act for seven months, an all time record. Last time she was able to mask it. Tell her friends she was on holiday during the summer. She always ended up isolating herself from everyone - even her beloved mother. She couldn't tell her mother she was depressed. That she didn't even have it in her to get out of bed most days. Good thing her mother never noticed.
This time was different, she could feel it. This time she wanted to tell someone - she had to. She couldn't hold the mask for much longer.It was slipping off and this time she didn't know if she could put it back on.
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The Mask
Teen FictionMaya is 18. She felt her life slipping through her fingers day by day. She was losing control again. She had tried - she was trying - to contain it. Every day it was getting harder, her shield, her guard slipping, teetering on the cliff edge. How lo...
