Mortal Mask

I think I should start referring to you as them
Since you seem to have trouble settling on a personality.
But, then, I'm not one to be lecturing....
I play the same game as you.
We all do.
It was the kind of building that was so medical and quiet that even the slightest whisper would have caused people to stare. It made her want to shout and defy. It also made her want to hide in the shadows and never speak again.
No one's ever been the conversation initiator like that. I'm always the question asker.
You have a decent reply to everythig.
It's crazy.
The mirror showed her herself, with rosy cheeks from the bonfire, tearstained. Her face was broken in half, two separate identities. Her right grinned maniacally back at her, the smile accompanied by gashes on her cheek bleeding freely. Deep, dark, thick, deceptive, insane. Left side, mouth was frozen open with a sob (never spoken). Eyes narrowed, glinting, dangerous. Jaw set. In the middle of her mouth her face contorted disgustingly, the price of indecision.