Sorry the chapters will probably be short and inconsistent in size. I got the idea from the Twilight Zone episode called Eye of the Beholder (if my memory is correct). I don't think I stole anything but if I did it doesn't belong to me.

When I was young, I went to visit a friend who I hadn't seen in years. They moved away to a very distant country. The country was very bizarre and chaotic, like Wal-Mart on a Black Friday. You could hardly sleep at night because someone would always be outside screaming or a distant alarm would go off. Trash always littered the side walk and a constant burning rubber smell had taken residence in my nose.

The people there were crazy, not just in their minds but on their faces. They had huge bags under their eyes and bulky pig-like snouts. Their teeth were deranged and their hair matted. My friend assured me that they weren't dangerous, but I always felt on end anytime we left the house. Their eyes were the wildest of all. Blood-shot and dangerous with a slight twinge of logic. This logic, that stuck out like a sore thumb, could reach its hands around my body and squeeze every bit of courage out of me.

Every so often we would see a child wearing a mask like the kind you get at a costume store. I asked my friend why this is. She replied in a hushed tone "They're ugly." I couldn't imagine what the hidden faces looked like. If they let lunatics who looked like drunken pigs roam the streets, I was scared to see what the masked people looked like.

We decided to go window shopping one day during my visit. The clothes were hideous. It looked like someone had dipped them in mud and left them in a moth infested room before putting them on tattered mannequins. As we walked beside a cracked store window, my friend saw the most repulsive dress I had ever laid eyes on. There was at least thirty other holes in it, a sleeve was missing and a curious fungus was growing on the left shoulder. Naturally, my friend had to try it on.

As I waited in the dimly lit store, I saw one of the masked people caring a large pile of what I assumed were moldy and ripped pants. You could tell he worked there because of his name tag. It was bright white and probably the cleanest thing in the city. It read Sam. He suddenly tripped sending the clothes cascading over a woman standing not to far away. He frantically began to pick up the clothing and apologize over and over. The woman began to yell awful and malicious words. Sam cringed with every syllable.

After the woman quickly stormed away, I ran over to help him.

"Thanks," he said in a deep voice, "I'm Sam." His mask began to slide off his face and I braced myself for the worst. The mask fell on the concrete floor. My mouth fell open in shock.

He wasn't ugly at all! He was quite handsome and different from the pig-faced people. His dark black hair was arranged neatly on his head. His deep blue eyes looked like deep blue oceans.

Everyone began to point and mock him. His eyes opened wide and he ran through an employees only door.I felt a hand on my arm. It pulled me up to a standing position. I turned around to face one of the pig-faced men. He was wearing what looked like a police uniform.

"Why aren't you wearing a mask?" he demanded. I stared at him blankly. "Why aren't you wearing a mask?" he repeated. I could tell he was getting very infuriated. He dragged me out of the store and placed me in the back of his car. It was a beaten up, old cop car that reeked of garlic and rotten eggs.

"Name?" he asked

"Eleanor Maria" I replied in a very hushed voice. We rode the rest of the way in silence.