The chill of night hiding who everyone really is, mask of monsters, creatures of myth fill the room. They show each person for whom they really are, who controls them. The music moving with the swirl of bodies, with the clouds of heat that fill the room. Oh shit it’s so crowded, trapped by the walls of bodies they watch from hidden masks. They dance with certain steps, and I am sick of this life of doing what ever they tell me to. Of having no choice but to listen and I need to breathe, I need to break this hold.

Walking pointing to the balcony and he just nods his head, like he approves. God I wish dad was still alive; I wish he didn’t love me so much…I wish I knew her. Why can’t I get her out of my head? Why do I think about her eyes so much? The doors open easily, the cool gentle breath of the ocean. The crash of waves and it seems to replace that feeling of being trapped…well almost. The clear click of something cutting through the dull roar of silence. A pair of black wings, a black mask that show these amazing emerald eyes. She stands looking over the edge at the ocean admiring its beauty, the snaking wisp of smoke rising from her lips.

“You shouldn’t smoke.” oh god I sound like my mother.

She jumps a little, I guess I scared her. She stands straight, god she’s tall I didn’t think she would be so tall. The mask hiding everything but those eyes, and I wonder if she knows it’s me.

“Why not?” They glow bright with the question, waiting for the answer like it’s the only thing in the world.

“They’ll kill you.” she looks at her shoes, and all that I can think of is how far apart we are.

“Maybe I’m already dead…maybe I’m invincible.” that smile on her lips, she takes a step closer her eyes pulling me in.

“That would explain the wings.” she laughs, like it the funniest thing in the world. It’s contagious; it flows in my blood spreading throughout my body creating this slow burning fire that rages deep in my soul.