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Revelation;

"You know how hard it can be

To keep believing in me

When everything and everyone

Becomes my enemy."

Pinpointing exactly where everything went wrong was something beyond his comprehension. He couldn't tell anyone when it started, or when it got this bad that he couldn't even think straight anymore. But, alas, it happened. No matter how hard he had tried to fight back against the demons that threatened to overtake his thoughts. No matter how much help he attempted to seek out. It was just too late. He was a lost cause. At least, that's what he liked to think, and that's how he always would think.

He wasn't entirely sure how he managed to get himself out of bed. It was as if something was holding him down and forcing him to burrow underneath the blankets to find some type of solace. Was it truly the outside world that forced him to become this way? Or was it just...him? More than likely, it was the latter. How could he blame anyone or anything for his own insanity? Despite the fact that he did blame others for making him this way, he could have fought back. He could have done something to prevent himself from getting this low. But, did he? No.

Sitting himself down at the table of the dorm he currently found himself at, a notebook and a pen situated in front of him. A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes focused down on it. Journal entries were something he always found himself laughing at. Why would you need to write your feelings down on a blank sheet of paper when there were so many other people around you to listen? How naive he was when he was younger. Finding out that no one really wanted to listen to you...It was something that he had to learn the hard way.

A hand, his own hand, reached out to open up the notebook. Gripping the pen shortly afterwards. His hand shook as he placed the point of the pen gently against the blank piece of paper waiting for him to pour his feelings out on. Why was he doing this? Did he truly have any reason for writing his feelings out or was he just reaching the ultimate low? It felt like he had no other choice. This was the only way he could get someone to listen. Anyone, even if it was an inanimate object.

Dear no one,

I feel low. Extremely low. I know it's not okay to blame all the people around me for how I've become, but I am. I silently look at everyone else and in my head I'm screaming;

"You did this to me."

"Why didn't you listen to me?"

"Why are you all so happy when I'm here drowning?"

But, I just put on a smile and pretend everything is just dandy. This is my first time spilling this secret to you. I'm depressed, clinically if I was allowed to go and get help. Maybe I'm even a manic depressive. Who knows? I can't even go to the doctor for help because the fans would see me. Do you know what that would do to my image? I'm the happy-go-lucky, flaming charisma. There is nothing I can do but go into the outside world, hating myself, and put on a smile for everyone around me. No one knows, and it truly is killing me. I want to scream to the world. I want to tell everyone to leave me alone. I want to do so many things to make myself better. But, guess what? I can't. I can't do anything but let these thoughts and feelings eat me alive until I'm nothing but an empty vessel for everyone's entertainment.

I'm not talented. I'm not good looking. I'm not even good enough to be outside in the public eye. So, why exactly am I doing this? Why am I still here? I don't know.

I don't know.

[chvrxng]

Revelation; { Hidden Memories.

We’re all hiding some kind of secret, but what if our opportunity to finally come clean approached? Would you take the chance or ignore it and keep your mouth shut a little while longer? We’re all bound to unveil our oddities one day or another, so take this chance because you never know when it will be available again. ⓧ

She's adopted. No one knows, but she does. Her parents had died over the holidays, a tragic car accident the police had said. She was only 5 years old, but she knows better.

                                                                                                                                                     02 | 05 | 2015

Since it was such a rough day, after dinner Dad pulled out his guitar and Mom grabbed her small electric keyboard. After I was snuggled in bed, they sang to me. That's how they met, singing. Mom always said I had the voice of an angel. They sang to me until I was fast asleep. I had weird dreams, as if I was sort of awake. I dreamed of yelling and screaming. dreamed of crashing and suddenly I was awoken by loud crying. This time it wasn't me who was crying, but It was my Mother. She sounded like she was down stairs. I heard a man's voice, but it didn't sound like my Dad's. I felt a familiar fear and I felt like I was going to faint.

I grabbed my stuffed bunny named Alex and breathed into him. I heard my Mom yell again. I couldn't stop the tears from falling and my breathing picked up. All I wanted was to hide under my blankets, but I had to see if Mom was okay. Why wasn't Dad protecting her?

I crawled out of my bed and I felt like my legs were shaking the whole entire time. I wobbled and I clutched my bunny tighter, crawled down the stairs on my hands and knees because I was too scared of falling and tripping. Darkness was surrounding the edges of my eyes. The closer I got to the living room, the louder my Mom sounded. I also heard that the TV was on. Sports recaps. Daddy loved staying up late to watch those.

The living room came into view and I was still crawling. The first thing I saw was my Dad's face. He was lying on the ground and his eyes were wide open; he wasn't moving though.The next thing I noticed was Mom in a chair and she had blood all over her. She was staring frantically up at a man whose back was turned towards me. I closed my eyes and a scream escaped my lips as I heard a noise that sounded like a gun shot. As I opened my eyes my Mom was still sitting on the chair, she didn't cry anymore, but she didn't move either.

The man seemed to have noticed my scream and he turned around. The stranger was tall, and his dark hair was plastered to his forehead. The suit he was wearing was made by the finest company. His face was covered with some sort of mask, but I could see his eyes very clearly, piercing green.

 I tried suppressing everything that's happened that day.I just kept telling myself it was just a dream, a terrible nightmare. And I eventually started to believe my own lies. All the memories began to fade to black-- but there is this one thing I just can't forget, no matter how hard I try.

I will never be able to forget those eyes.

[themasque-rp-blog]

So as everyone knows, the Revelation event is currently going on (but we deemed it that even after this event is done, all new members will have to write a self-para of one secret they're holding). Anywho, Sukyung and I have posted ours and we'd like to share it here so maybe it'll give you a creativity boost to write the best self-para in the world. 

[/casually leaves these here for you all; [S] & [N]

Now, the both of us are really excited to see what you wonderful bunch have to present for us and the rest of the members to read and enjoy~ Hope to see them soon!

--Naeun & Sukyung

[sukyvng-blog]

Revelation - { Unspoken Thoughts }

We’re all hiding some kind of secret, but what if our opportunity to finally come clean approached? Would you take the chance or ignore it and keep your mouth shut a little while longer? We’re all bound to unveil our oddities one day or another, so take this chance because you never know when it will be available again. ♕

Sukyung slowly dragged her feet through the doorway to her room. She wasn't the least bit tired yet for some reason, her body only wanted to move lethargically. She was always known for not having a care in the world over the consequences of her actions. She was always guilt free but yet... Here she was feeling so much remorse. She didn't know if she should have felt surprised over the foreign emotion or ashamed for never being familiar with the emotion to begin with.  

Though she wanted to force herself to sleep so she wouldn't have to deal with these emotions any longer, her feet continued to drag themselves to a piece of furniture not to far off from her bed. Her desk. She pulled out the wooden chair from the desk and lazily plopped herself on top of it. Opening a drawer, Sukyung's hand aggressively went searching for the one thing that could release her from the overbearing thoughts screaming in her head. Her journal. Wasting no time, she picked up the closest pen and started scribbling down on the next empty sheet of paper.

02/05/2015

This is not right. This wasn't supposed to happen. It was all just supposed to be fun and games. Well fun and games for me. Serious shit like this isn't supposed to happen unless I mean for it to! Times like this I wish I could be more disciplined. Maybe ... Maybe I wouldn't have these random bursts of energy where I lose control of everything.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. All I wanted was for the man who didn't apologize for shoving me on the sidewalk to "happen" to slip over a threshold of ice that "happened" to form out of nowhere. Not.. Not this. I like to tell myself that all the people I give bad luck to... all the people that I've jinxed...  I like to tell myself that I do it because I willed it so. But today is just another reminder that I'm not in control and how cursed I feel sometimes. Only that rude man was supposed to fall. That was it. Nothing else. Why did that moment have to be the very moment I slip up and lose control? The ice was supposed to just stay on the sidewalk for christ's sake! Not extend to cover the entire street! 

It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just some fender bender that happened as a result. I'd probably find enjoyment from it and think of how great I was. 'And the mighty Sukyung has striked again!' Except I don't feel too mighty. When I give bad luck... I really do give bad luck. Even when I don't want it to that extent. That poor boy... I didn't mean for the airbags to not deploy. I didn't want that. Nor did I want what happened next. Someone so innocent shouldn't have to go hurling through a windshield at ridiculous speeds because I can't get a grip over myself.

Thank god I didn't end up accidentally killing the kid. But... A coma's not that great either isn't it? I may have inadvertently ruined this young boy's life for good. Will he even wake up? I feel so horrible. I can't even apologize for it either. Well I could but who on earth would believe that I go around spreading bad luck to others for the hell of it? What would I even say? 'Sorry I got carried away with the ice and put you in a coma for six months.'? That's so messed up. 

I may not think twice about what I do but... I do like to think that I don't go mindless wrecking havoc at every unfortunate soul I come across. That I'm not bad. ... Or am I? This is eating away at me so much. I wish I could tell someone about this. But then again, I better not risk it. Time to add this to my secret vault of terrible things I've done. I rather not lose the few people I hold dear to me. I know friends are supposed to always be there for you no matter what you do but I don't think that's always a hundred percent true. After all if I, notorious for not having a conscience what so ever, thinks I'm such a monster because of my selfishness and carelessness... 

How could someone else see me any differently? 

[themasque-rp-blog]

Revelation {Mini Opening Event}

We're all hiding some kind of secret, but what if our opportunity to finally come clean approached? Would you take the chance or ignore it and keep your mouth shut a little while longer? We're all bound to unveil our oddities one day or another, so take this chance because you never know when it will be available again.

First off, welcome to The Masque. We are hoping you will enjoy your stay here and we promise to give you an experience you'll never forget. We hope to provide a fun atmosphere where things could get a little serious. But we plan on starting the opening of this directory with a sha-bang! 

So here's what you have to do: write a journal entry of yourself confessing--through pen and paper--one of your secrets you have been keeping from your friends, family, and the world. You can self-para yourself writing this entry or just make a plain and simple entry (It's really up to you). I can't tell you what your secrets are going to be because that's really on your end. If you're hiding something (i.e. accidentally killing a mouse...or a person; or you're an idol who's having a secret affair), write it down; let us know. Once you are finished, tag it as #masque;event and let your secret be known.