A Mask, A Scar.

What is a mask?

A mask is an object used to cover the human's skin.

What is a scar?

A scar is a mark left on the human skin.

That is the true definition of both terms, but to calla, both words meant the same thing, after all they are connected to the skin. or rather a face. Her face.

A scar was never meant to be beautiful just like herself, and a mask was to hide a scar, her scar, her existence, her pain, her reason for living, just like everyone wanted for her after that accident.

When she was twenty years old, she had the most perfect and beautiful face. No, her sister was the most perfect and beautiful, while she was lucky to look like her twin sister as told by many.

Even if she was actually the eldest twin.

Now that she was twenty-three, that perfect and beautiful face existed no more. What remained was a horrid scar on her face, and it wasn't only on that part of her body. 

According to the doctor, the truck had almost squashed the left side of her body, though it wasn't to the point that she could never recover and be a disabled person. Her sister, on the other hand, was crushed to the point of no return.

Sometimes, she wondered why the truck did not crush her body to the point she could remain in the hospital till the end of her life. At least, she wouldn't have experienced this point of her life where everyone had left her world that used to be a little bright as her beautiful twin sister.

''I need to leave soon…'' Calla murmured as she brushed down her short brown hair looking so pale and lifeless just like herself. In the past. She used to have long hair just like her twin sister. But… the aftermath of the accident made her to cut her strands off because it was hard to take care of it, especially when her body had been recovering from the crash.

Once her hair was out of the way, Calla set down her brush and picked up the black mask with complicated designs from the dressing table. She looked at the object in her hand for a moment, then raised her gaze to her reflection in the dressing mirror. Her eyes particularly zoned on the disfigured part of her face.

There had been a few times that she wasn't used to seeing her skin with different shades of her skin color. Some parts were lightest while other parts were the darkest. Some parts were in the middle. All in all, this particular side of her face was different from the other side that had no blemish. It was smooth, soft, and without wrinkles.

One side was perfect. The other side was not beautiful. It was disgusting, revolting, and not perfect.

Her face was a defined example of her twin sister and herself.

Her twin sister was the perfect one, and she was the not perfect one.

''Not this morning.'' Calla took a deep breath to calm herself, and also pushed the depressing thoughts that were making way for themselves in her head.

''I can't destroy my morning like this.'' She murmured, using her two fingers to stretch out the elastic band attached. Lowering her eyelids, she wore the mask over her face, adjusting the object to fit perfectly on the scarred side of her face. Seeing that the elastic band was hidden underneath the curtains and bangs of her short hair, she took a brief look at herself once more before walking out of the room with a bag on her back.

****

''It's the freak.''

''The masked freak has come again.''

''Did you hear she's older than most of us?''

''How old?''

''I hear she's twenty-three.''

''That old?''

''I wonder why she wears that mask.''

''Didn't you hear? Lacy and her friends managed to see what she's hiding. They said half of her face was disgusting.''

''Yeah, I heard it was if as if worms were crawling over her face.''

''Her neck and hand are also the same.''

''Yuck!''

''Nasty.''

''Haha....''

As the students in the hallway of lockers made several remarks about herself, Calla as always, kept her head down as if she was deaf to her words. Her face was impassive, not showing any sign of sadness. This wasn't a new thing to her.

''She's always wearing that hoodie.''

''Maybe that's the only clothes she has…''

''Her body is the same as her face.''

''Hahaha…true.''

''I wonder which man will want to marry her, especially with that ugly face…''

''Will he want to sleep with her? I bet he'll cheat on her on their wedding night.''

'Well, he has always been cheating…' Calla thought of that comment regarding the said-husband. While walking to her locker, she turned blind eyes to the apparent disgust of her two locker mates. They quickly took their books and did everything they wanted to do before shutting their lockers. They were almost running away as if she was a walking contagious disease.

''I can't believe the university does not want to change my locker.''

''Yeah, I have tried to tell them, but they denied our requests.''

Call showed no sign of pain to their fading murmurs as she unlocked her locker. If she were a normal university student, she might have been stricken with grief and heartbreak that she couldn't make friends, but she clearly wasn't.

These students were the same as little children in her eyes. They haven't gone through the same pain as herself, so there was no need for her to care about them. Besides, their words weren't as painful as the words she got from the people who she thought would understand her the most. 

Their words were also not as heartbreaking as the words she heard from him, her twin sister's fiancée and the man she's married to, for two years now.

*Ding *

The loud dragging sound of the electric bell alerted calla about the beginning of the classes. It was also the beginning of her third year. One more year and she was out of the university.

With an encouraging thought, Calla took a deep breath to calm herself. She didn't want to have depressing thoughts again.

Shutting her locker, she slipped the last of the needed textbooks for her first classes in her bag. After zipping, she wore the straps over her shoulders, her bag firmly secured on her back.

Hands tucked in the pockets of her oversized hoodie and her masked face hidden under the grey hood, she walked further into the hallway of lockers for her first class of the new session.

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