I was still staring blankly into the void.
"Mark? Do you understand?"
"Y-yes. Yes," I mumbled sluggishly. He turned me around the door, poured me some water, and sent me to bed.
I walked into that very room again wearing my clothes. It required an immense amount of courage to turn the doorknob and enter.
It was dark. I hesitated, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness until I could make out a silhouette beneath the covers. A mask lay resting beside a lamp on the nightstand.
I circled to the other side of the bed, slipping beneath the sheets, avoiding any direct eye contact with the figure lying beside me.
"Mm-mm, who's that?" I heard the familiar voice. The same voice that made me run away.
"It's me, Mom. I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come to you," I shifted my gaze towards
