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I Was Monster

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Timothy applied glue to his forehead and a little under his chin in order to secure his mask. He’d be a monster, a hideous troll, hideous enough to conceal his real identity. He’d been struck with Morphea, a rare condition which, with time, mutates skin and in severe cases, even bone. He was now thirteen and the disease made him look like a monster, worse than the mask that he would hide behind. He watched himself in the bathroom mirror as he carefully applied the fake green hair, then the mask. He’d worn the mask each Halloween for the last three years and was looking forward to again being a regular kid for that one night.This was the only time he could disguise himself. The other kids couldn't tell that there was anything abnormal or disgusting under the mask. For this one night, he could avoid their frightened looks and cruel laughter.

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