The Mask Monologue

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The Mask
By Ella Hoffmann

I woke up to her strong hands clasped tightly around my throat. My eyes shot open and there she was. Her blue eyes, wide and wild, were full of anger and resentment, burning a hole right through me. I desperately gasped for air, I didn’t bother trying to defend myself, because I knew that wouldn’t go down well. Unfortunately, this situation was all too familiar to me. Isn’t it sad that she was the one who once cuddled me when I had a bad dream, and now she is the reason I can’t sleep at night? Isn’t it sad that the person who is supposed to keep me safe is the person I fear most? “Where’d you put them!” She yelled, her familiar, liquor-scented breath hit my face. “Where’d you put my cigarettes Nina? I know you took …show more content…

She furrowed her eyebrows and tightened her grip on my neck, her acrylic nails sinking deeper into my skin “Do you think that’s funny?” She tormented “Do you really want to play those games with me?” I could hear my heartbeat in my head and my vision was cloudy, the world around me was starting to spin. I extended my arm and reached into the front pocket of her jeans, pulling out the small box and holding it between our faces. She immediately let go of my neck, snatched the cigarettes out of my hand and walked calmly out the door of my bedroom. I lay motionless on my bed until I heard the front door slam and the car drive …show more content…

When I got there I locked myself in the disabled toilet which was a small, dark room consisting of a toilet, a shower and a mirror with a sink underneath. I leant with one hand on either side of the sink and the tears fell freely down my cheeks. The anger that i felt a few moments ago was replaced with a feeling of pure hopelessness and misery. I lifted my head and was taken aback by the person in the mirror. I looked exactly like my mother. It wasn't because we shared the same nose or hair colour, but it was because we shared the same look of emptiness in our

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