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She drags me by the hand farther than I have ever been before in the woods. She smiles like a child even though you can tell she isn’t anymore. The field is filled with tall grass, it is almost up to my thigh, and the only separation of color is the daisy we pass as we run. She looks back making sure I’m still there, I don’t understand why considering the fact she is holding my hand. He dress flows out behind her as she runs, the light blue material with white lace seems to sparkle in the sunlight. I can hear her laugh even if I can’t see her face. Her blonde hair is seems as light as a feather as she runs flowing with the wind. The hand she holds is warm, while the rest of me feels’ detached from this place, it feels like it’s not real. No matter which direction you look it is always the same scene, Tall green grass with daisies, and the blue sky that fades to maroon to the horizon. Seconds, minutes, days, years, it all seems to blur together as we run. Making it seem as if we are escaping. You don’t blink if you do it changes, it all changes. That one blink moved us. The sky was at our feet, with the earth above us, running on the clear blue of the sea while the blue green of the sky seem to swirl above us. She wasn’t laughing any more instead I could hear sobbing, but it was not her that was crying. She stopped, or was it me? I’m not sure anymore. She still smiling when she looks at me, nothing is wrong in her world. She looks to the ground the reflection clearer than a mirror. I see her reflection as more tears slide down my face. She was just so innocent so pure I felt vile just being close to her. Her eyes must have spoken to me because her mouth didn’t move. She told me to see, I looked upon my own reflection, and I saw. I’m not sure what I thought I was but it was certainly not this. The purple cat mask upon my face was smiling; it’s grin always in place. Even though I was crying tears did not run down the mask face, all it did was smile. I felt sick to my stomach, my head whirled with confusion. I felt so lost, so confused. She watched me; she must have sensed my fear for she laughed. Quietly she laughed. Turning to look in her true face I noticed out of my perifvial vision that there were no strings, nothing holding the mask upon my face. This face couldn’t be mine; its sin filled smile could not be my own. She laughed louder now it seemed the more fear I began to feel for what I was the louder her laughter became. I felt so horrid, I feel angry. Letting go of my hand she laughed more, she was now laughing so hard that all I could do was laugh with her I started to sink. I laughed, and smiled, and I was sinking I noticed the smile on my face was that of the mask. Like it always had been, the face was the same; vile, horrid, sinister, mine.