I’ve been so alone. For the longest time I’ve been all alone. Alone in my own head. I can remember how it all happened too. I can’t forget it. It was all because I was different.
Because of my Mask.
The day of the ceremony we all presented our masks Those masks are a symbol of who we are. It’s always been that way in out tribe. To show what our mark is. My friends and I worked so hard on our masks for months. The six of us were so proud of what we made. We didn’t show anyone else yet. We wanted to surprise the tribe! We wanted to show the how hard we worked.
I worked so hard. They all laughed at me.
I was different.
Odolwa and Gyorg bullied me. Ghot teased me. The twins wouldn’t leave me alone. Just because of my Mask. It didn’t mean anything. I thought it did. Warrior, Goat, Fish, Insect, Mountain, Sky, Giant. All those masks mean something. They were praised.
Creativity is meaningless.
I made my mask for my friends. A heart for how close we are, the an arm for each of us, and eyes that can see into the soul we all share. I put my soul into it. Yet they all laughed at me. My friends betrayed me because I was different.
No one to talk to, no one to play with, no one to laugh with.
I had to do it. The mask told me. My soul told me.
I had to. do it.
I took their masks. I took their ideals, their truths. I took who they are.
I took their lives.
My soul told me to.
I found a friend though. The forest imp. This little Skullkid. He’s my friend now. I tell him things. He does them. He listens to me. I give him what he needs. I’ve been alone for so long I learned to do things.
The moon is pretty tonight. I wish I could see it clearer though.
If only it were closer…