Post by Faceless on Mar 4, 2012 15:29:19 GMT -4
It's the middle of the night as the scene opens up in a dim lighted bathroom of a cheap hotel room. A medium-build man stands inside the aforementioned bathroom, staring at a dirty mirror hanging just above the sink. He faces away from the view, and due to the poor lighting inside this hell hole, only a silhouette of his face can be seen in the mirror reflection. The man slowly lifts up his right arm up to his head, brushing the palm across the cheek as he inspects his face. Even though you can't see his reaction, you can tell that he does it with disgust, based on his body language and his heavy breathing. With clear disappointment in his voice, the man begins to speak.
I remember... vaguely remember when I used to be happy. But a tragedy struck... and it all went downhill from there. I was betrayed by people I thought were my closest friends. Or rather I thought I was betrayed. It seems so long ago now... I can't even tell anymore. All I know is that something happened inside my mind. Something bad. Something I regret now.
His hand slides up his face and brushes through his hair, while at the same time his head rises to face the bland ceiling.
I remember how it started. Even though I wish I could forget. Make it so it was just a bad, bad dream... I was just arrogant at first. Felt like I was better than the rest. But with each passing day it got worse. I felt like I was held back. Like everyone was against me. Like every single one of them wanted to see me crash and burn. And I did. I started to hate everything. I swore revenge. Revenge... I don't even know what for. No wonder I failed. And even if I had succeeded... I would still only feel emptiness as I have for the last few years.
The man turns his head to the mirror again as his voice slightly changes to sound more aggressive.
I could blame the hazardous environment that surrounded me. The blatant douchebaggery, fake allegiances to 3 or 4 letters without even knowing what they stand for. When their allegiances always lied in power, money and personal cliques. And while all that is all true... That's not why I got where I am now. No matter how I wish I could spin it... It was always my own fault. I know that now. But more importantly I accept that now.
As the last sentence rolls out of his mouth, there is no longer sadness or aggressiveness in his voice. It's the opposite now. His voice is calm and peaceful.
I am ready to start a new life. I'm ready to try again. I'm ready to have fun once more. But mistakes of my past are still out there. My face... my name... they only bring bad memories. To me and to all those that I once knew. My face does now deserve to be shown again. My name does not deserve to be spoken only to disgust those that recognize it. Not yet. Not until I redeem the wrongs I made. Not until I washed the shame.
And who really knows, that might never happens. Do I even deserve to rid of the shame? I don't know... But I am fine with that. All I know is that I will try.
The man turns away from the mirror once more and looks into the corner of the bathroom. Some sort of white object lies there on the ground, but you can hardly tell what it is. He picks up this object and glares at it for few seconds before bringing it to the little light that graces this dirty room. The object now is revealed to be simple white theater mask. The mask doesn't represent any particular emotion, it just appears as a calm face with a slight smirk. The man holds the mask with both hand and just stares at it before speaking once again.
Until that day comes... I don't deserve to have a face and I don't deserve to have a name.
As you could anticipate already, after speaking out those last words, he turns the mask around and places it on his face. He ties up a small strap at the back of his head, concealing his face from the world. The man then turns around, facing the view of the viewer for the first time.
Faceless. Nameless. The man I used to be has died. Or maybe it's the man that I used to be before that has reborn. Whichever way it is... who I was matters no more, at least not now... In the meantime, you can call me Billy. So let the show... begin.
With the last words the man steps out into more lighted area, finally revealing himself in full with the white theater mask covering his face. The image last only for a couple moments, before the scene closes and everything goes dark again.
I remember... vaguely remember when I used to be happy. But a tragedy struck... and it all went downhill from there. I was betrayed by people I thought were my closest friends. Or rather I thought I was betrayed. It seems so long ago now... I can't even tell anymore. All I know is that something happened inside my mind. Something bad. Something I regret now.
His hand slides up his face and brushes through his hair, while at the same time his head rises to face the bland ceiling.
I remember how it started. Even though I wish I could forget. Make it so it was just a bad, bad dream... I was just arrogant at first. Felt like I was better than the rest. But with each passing day it got worse. I felt like I was held back. Like everyone was against me. Like every single one of them wanted to see me crash and burn. And I did. I started to hate everything. I swore revenge. Revenge... I don't even know what for. No wonder I failed. And even if I had succeeded... I would still only feel emptiness as I have for the last few years.
The man turns his head to the mirror again as his voice slightly changes to sound more aggressive.
I could blame the hazardous environment that surrounded me. The blatant douchebaggery, fake allegiances to 3 or 4 letters without even knowing what they stand for. When their allegiances always lied in power, money and personal cliques. And while all that is all true... That's not why I got where I am now. No matter how I wish I could spin it... It was always my own fault. I know that now. But more importantly I accept that now.
As the last sentence rolls out of his mouth, there is no longer sadness or aggressiveness in his voice. It's the opposite now. His voice is calm and peaceful.
I am ready to start a new life. I'm ready to try again. I'm ready to have fun once more. But mistakes of my past are still out there. My face... my name... they only bring bad memories. To me and to all those that I once knew. My face does now deserve to be shown again. My name does not deserve to be spoken only to disgust those that recognize it. Not yet. Not until I redeem the wrongs I made. Not until I washed the shame.
And who really knows, that might never happens. Do I even deserve to rid of the shame? I don't know... But I am fine with that. All I know is that I will try.
The man turns away from the mirror once more and looks into the corner of the bathroom. Some sort of white object lies there on the ground, but you can hardly tell what it is. He picks up this object and glares at it for few seconds before bringing it to the little light that graces this dirty room. The object now is revealed to be simple white theater mask. The mask doesn't represent any particular emotion, it just appears as a calm face with a slight smirk. The man holds the mask with both hand and just stares at it before speaking once again.
Until that day comes... I don't deserve to have a face and I don't deserve to have a name.
As you could anticipate already, after speaking out those last words, he turns the mask around and places it on his face. He ties up a small strap at the back of his head, concealing his face from the world. The man then turns around, facing the view of the viewer for the first time.
Faceless. Nameless. The man I used to be has died. Or maybe it's the man that I used to be before that has reborn. Whichever way it is... who I was matters no more, at least not now... In the meantime, you can call me Billy. So let the show... begin.
With the last words the man steps out into more lighted area, finally revealing himself in full with the white theater mask covering his face. The image last only for a couple moments, before the scene closes and everything goes dark again.
