DYLAN.
The day I dreaded was here. The day when I couldn't keep my mask in check.
The day when I couldn't control my sick, twisted cravings. I’ve gone through a million defense mechanisms to bottle it all in.
I played the social game and the diplomatic one. I excelled at maintaining a façade and painting a different image in other people’s heads. Not once have I let myself slip, despite the countless temptations.
Despite the blinding urges and the compelling chances.
Not even during my hot-blooded teenage years.
I’ve excelled at self-control. Having learned from my grandparents and my parents that the lack of it would only land me in trouble.
Disfigured in a foreign land. For someone with a savage command over emotions, I can tell when I’m on the edge.
When my mask, that’s alm
