Should Have Said

I was terrified beyond belief, gazing at the blade in my hand.  The reflection was of a hideous young boy, bald patches scattering all over his head and blood staining the few strands of hair still on his skull.  His green eyes were wide with terror, and his mouth was hung wide open.  I hated admitting the reality of the situation, but that terror-child was me.  I looked like I had a mask on my face, and that only scared me more...I hated masks...when he took off his mask, his face was even scarier...

I wanted to obey, I wanted to say yes, slice my wrist and chop my hand right off...then, his transformation would be complete...he just needed a strict and firm hand, he said...I was so willing to give it to him...or was I?  

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