shivered. He asked the question that I already had the answer to, and this was the moment, the chance, that I can finally tell the truth, whether the world thinks that I’m crazy or not. “Well,” I rasped. “I didn’t decide on my own. I was forced to kill them all.” The man nodded. “But,” I continued. “When it came time to strike, there was a spirit in front of me. She took control of me. She made me do this.” The man chuckled. “50, there is no such thing as spirits, ghosts, and ghouls in this world.” Did...did he just give a nickname?! “But, I saw it! So it’s real, I’m telling you!” My voice croaked. The guards moved a little closer toward me, I could hear them. “Alrighty, then. So, on to the next question. Why do you wear that mask?” I moved my hand to touch the paper mache. And, of course. I had to feel the stitches that were embedded into my skin. The root beer flavor went sour on my tongue. “Well, when I snapped back, it was stitched on. It was originally a party favor, and it had an elastic band. I didn’t know that it would be an iconic symbol to identify me.” The man then laughed. I began to smile. It wasn’t in a psychotic way, but as a gentle gesture. I know that this is the last conversation that I will have with anyone. “Alright. Final question.” My shoulders sag. I don’t want this conversation to end, not when it was at its highest point. “So, if you have anything to say to anyone, what would you say?” That was a question even I wasn’t expecting to answer. I just sit there, in silence. I’m thinking about what I have to say. I don’t want to say anything stupid, that’s one thing for sure. I definitely want to say something that’ll leave a mark on whoever is listening. “Well,” I rasp, my voice trying to sound confident and inspirational. “If you try to do something, make sure it’s more than forgivable. You have to have a mind full of willpower, you have be cunning, and you have to play dumb. But, most of all, all the actions that you have to take will have to be unforgivable.”
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