The mask

On the outside a mask, a mask of smiles and laughter.A mask of makeup to hide it all, to hide what he has done.The mask serves the same purpose as does the long sleeved shirts and jeans. Even in the summer,or in daylight, nobody knows what he has done. Not one of them are smart enough to see the pain in she,for she hides it oh so well with the beautiful mask on.Not even god would be able to tell. She makes it this way because she has no idea what else to do. If she tells a soul why then that would be the ending. The ending of the scars and bloody bruises but it would also be the ending of her own very life. She wouldn't get to see her friends..there would be no more laughing,no more jokes,no more smiles..there would be nothing left... if someone found out they would tell and then he would know she told. They would all finally realize what he really is.. But by the time they would come to save her it would be to late. For he wouldn't take the risk of her possibly telling any longer. There they find her mangled and cold.There she lay with bruises so bold,her blood all over the floor.Her body wet and cut apart..this is what happens when you don't look to see the monster he was. This is what happens when you don't pay attention to the little things. This is what happens and now it is done..she will never have to hide again behind that mask from us.