Maybe it was because she felt guilty. Hiding away like a flower from the night, seeing the world through the reflective tint of her mask she felt safer. Not safer for herself, but for those around her. Her scarred monstrous body, never knowing normalcy. She felt a strange longing, wondering what she once was. She ignored the whispers, lingering thoughts pervading her mind, telling her to do things against her own will.



What would it take to be free? What must she sacrifice to be rid of her curse?



It didn't matter. The face, was one only a mother could love.