Begining

Butt length, midnight black locks and electric blue eyes. Perfect, goddess like chisled body and delicate fingures made for playing the piano, but that isn't what people see at first glance; what they see is the mask. The bone white, cold, unfeeling mask that has dominated my face since age 9. The year I was kidnapped. The year I was to be stolen for a play thing to older men. the year my mother hid me away from the world, the year I was so scared I didn't dare strole out of the front door for fear of being assalted. That dreaded time 6 years ago.
Since then my only connection to the outside world has been my dearest companian Robin. Her shoulder length coppery hair, freackle dusted cheeks and warm green eyes have been my salvation. She is my protector and trust friend. The only one who has seen my face since the incident. And the only one who was able to convinse me to go to Paris for the summer with our moms. 'It's bound to be a life changing experience girls' my mother had said. I thought it was all bull. After all of these years confined behind a mask how could she possibley say that! But, I was going, no matter what, end of story. Little did I know, this would be a life changing experience. The end of my days behind the mask; fait ordered a change in the menu, and the main dish would be my death.