Belongs to me, ja, ja, ja, we have all heard it.

Masquerade

Chapter THREE: Chapter 2: Behind the Eyes

She gasped, and her breath seemed caught in her throat as she opened the door. Before her was a stage—all people, all shapes and sizes gathered in this large fall out shelter, which was lavishly decorated. She took a deep breath, as difficult as that was, and walked in; the mask hiding her eyes. She was dressed as she would dress on an off day, a day off of school. She usually wore different clothes to begin with and found this experience to be refreshing. She sported a pair of converse, a skirt, and a few layered shirts. Nothing too extravagant and nothing like the girl she had seen earlier that day. With that girl in mind, Lonai looked around the room to find her.

She pushed her way through a crowd of people and finding it difficult to keep her mask to her face at all times; as were the rules. Once escaped from the crowd, she made it towards the back of the room and she still was unable to find the flapper girl from earlier. Lonai had questions and she wanted them answered. She figured she would ask.

There he was sitting in a chair, slouched down holding a mask to his eyes. There was something about him that seemed familiar. Maybe it was his body type, he was possibly one of the oldest people there and was very broad, he was stocky. She looked down at him and he glanced up and in time he stood up face to face with her. Well almost face to face because he was, about a foot taller. She opened her mouth to speak but he silenced her and looked into her eyes. She felt naked. She felt that if she closed her eyes she could shield herself; but she did nothing of the sort, she simply gazed back at this brown-eyed stranger. He smiled after awhile and pointed to the sign above one of the couches.

“NO SUCH THING AS THE OUTSIDE WORLD. No real names, no real faces, no real voices.”

Lonai nodded and finally understood. She was about to speak but he interrupted her.

“Welcome.” he said and he sat back down. His voice was drenched in a thick German dialect.

Lonai nodded once more. ‘I get it.’ she thought. She began to speak and managed a small squeaky “Thank you.”

He covered his mouth holding in a laugh. Laughter was the most distinguishable among all things because no one could fake a laugh especially when it is truly meant. Laughter will give you away.

Chapter FOUR: Chapter 3:Morning After

What will things be like the day after?