The first time I put on Onyx’s mask, I was just a kid. I wasn’t even sure I wanted it, but now I wasn’t sure I was ready to let it go. I stared back at myself in the reflection of the glass door. My hair was a dishevelled mess beneath the leather straps of my mask, from running my hands through it far too many times in anxiety of what’s to come. Once again I found myself standing on Allison Harpers balcony, ready to face my fate. What in the hell am I doing? I questioned myself for the thousandth time today. This girl’s going to think I’m a total stalker, but really she was leaving me no other choice.
I knocked gently against the glass, using the same pattern I had taught her earlier. Hoping it would give some sort of heads up as to who would be standing on her balcony this late at night
