Chapter 1: Intro: Last Show
I have nothing to live for or want to live for. My existence doesn't matter, even if I disappear, the world continues normally. Every day I search for a reason to live, for an answer to the question: "What am I looking for here, what is the meaning of my existence?
For 4 years I searched for an answer. Now I'm 20 years old and yet I am no closer to my answer. One thing became clear to me: My remaining emotions and scruples are almost extinct, my collection of masks has become infinitely large. In the meantime I have become an excellent actor, I was in the leading role of a deceiver, who lies to himself and those around him every day in an endless film. . .
-Listlessly he wanders through the streets, his face covered with masks that other people cannot see. Suddenly he stops and starts laughing, people look at him as if he were crazy. He didn't care, finally, he had a perfect idea: an end to his performance. On his way to the stage he rehearsed his last scene several times in his head, his aura was filled with a determination he hadn't felt for a long time. Before the show began, he dared to take a look behind the process to the seats, the whole hall was completely empty.
Satisfied, he smiled and put on his costume. The last chapter began, he put on his mask for the last time. It began with a long monologue, then he turned around. Behind him was a large table with many different objects. As planned, he rubbed his hands full of excitement and looked at everything carefully.
From a rope and knives to tablets and bleach, each of the items was present. Thousands of pictures and thoughts shot through his head: How do I make it look best? What is the most effective? In the end, he took the tablets and the knife, after all, a show master was an extraordinary talent. Before it started he took the mask off and sat down on the bed that was prepared. With the sentence "I'm just tired, too tired to live", he opened the tablets and took a whole pack in his hand. When he opened his mouth his whole body trembled, two tablets fell out of his hand. He noticed that his costume was completely sweaty. How could it be? He has never had stage fright, he has never been nervous in his role.
"The knife it is then."
He put down the tablets and took the knife in his hand and turned his arm. The blade approached his arm, suddenly he felt a shot in his chest but there was no blood. Unsettled, he checked his costume, then he realized that it was his heart that was dancing in his chest.
"Now, of all times, you show yourself! After years of silence, you show up today of all days. You're not gonna ruin the show for me! Shit happens, old partner. "
Restlessly he stuffed the tablets into his mouth and began to cut. Suddenly all the lights went out. Suddenly the boy heard the voice of a man.
"Are you sure this is how you want to end it? Take a good look around, realize what's going on!"
The lights came on again and the boy looked around.
Everything was as usual for him: his costume fit perfectly, he had taken off his mask for this one time and the script ran in the right order.
" Well, then let me help you. No more games from now on. "
The lights shone at the end of the hall. His family and friends sat there completely horrified, they never would have thought that the actor was their own son.
The boy became completely pale in the face, full of fear and desperation he searched for his mask. Before he could put it on, it disintegrated, he ran backstage to his collection but it was all gone. In the next moment the curtain went up and the boy looked into completely desperate faces. His mother began to cry, his father ran forward and his friends held their hands in front of their mouths.
Suddenly time stopped, it was the work of the voice.
"Seen enough or not? Come on, kid, it's time to lose the facade. You just have to say it yourself and then we're done here. It's a win-win, you can go back, get on with your life, and I'll get my promotion. "
Grinding his teeth, the boy clenched his hands in fists, the next moment he looked at the ground and took a deep breath.
"No, this movie doesn't get a sequel, it all ends here!"
"Hmm, you're a stubborn candidate. Why do you make it so difficult for me-
The voice stopped and peace returned to the hall.
...so that's your answer. . . "
A new mask had formed in front of the boy's face, he calmly adjusted his costume. He ventured a last look into the audience and went to the table.
"I guess I have no choice, I'll just have to improvise. "
He took the rope from the table and fastened it to one of the light stands, then he climbed up a small stepladder and put the rope around his neck. Behind the mask you could see his face, completely emotionless and calm he kicked the ladder away. His head turned red, loud rattle, and gasping for air filled the room. His body wriggled around until finally calm returned.
"Not even in the eye of death do you show your true self, truly a tragedy.
Suddenly, the rope snapped and his body fell to the ground. The mask in the boy's face broke and dissolved, slight breathing could be heard, he was still alive.
"I underestimated fate, Im getting a little sloppy. "
A man in a black suit and glasses appeared in front of the boy, carefully lifting the boy's head and taking off his glasses. As he looked into his almost dead eyes, his eyes suddenly became big and he held his breath.
"Even when death awaits, you still cling to your aim. . . "
The man sighed and stood up.
"Hah, all right, I'll give you your chance. Somehow I have the feeling that it will be very interesting with you around. Prove to me again that fate is real."
Again the lights went out and everything went black. After a few seconds, there was light again, everything was like before the show. There was no audience, the stage was empty. . . everything was ready for the next performance, who will play the leading role next time?
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Yamikura It may leave some of you confused but in the next 2 chapters, it's much easier to understand.
P.S. A mask isn't just a piece of plastic...
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