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Imaginary Part 2: The No Faced Man


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She had a friend.

This isn't right. Jonas is so strong, so stable. Him showing fear is like... well it's like nothing I've ever known. It just doesn't happen. Not until now anyway. Maybe I should just end the conversation. I can pretend it never happened and pretend I'm alright. I can manage as long as I have him to help me through. I know he's not going to let me off that easy though.


"Talk to me, please." He's still too quiet. I can't do this. I risk looking up at him and instantly regret it. There's a sadness in his eyes that has never been there before. This is it. I feel my entire world come crashing down around me. The tears that threatened at his smile now fall freely. How can I live without Jonas? I can't. I can't lose him. I can't. I can't. "Hey, no, no, no. Please don't cry, Layla. Tell me what's wrong. I don't know what to do." He's louder now, but frantic. He leans closer to me, wanting to comfort me, but he doesn't know how. His panic helps me find my words again.


"Please just forget it!" I sob, "It doesn't matter anymore."


"It does matter, Lay! I can't stand to see you like this. I need to know what's wrong. Let me help you!" It is a desperate plea. Like a young child seperated from his mother, terrified and screaming for her. Like the innocent victim of rape, begging to be let go. Like the terminally ill crying out 'Please, please, just kill me now!' He needs this. He needs me to tell him everything that's been bothering me. I have to do it.


"I don't know how much longer I can handle this, Jonas. It's getting worse and worse every day." I tell him. He calms slightly when I begin to talk.


"Is He still bothering you?" Jonas asks. I knew it would come down to this question. By 'He' Jonas is refering to The No Faced Man. The evil creature that haunts both my dreams and my waking hours. He stands nearly seven feet tall, and dresses in black robes. His voice is low and haunting, but He never really speaks. He has no mouth. He has no face at all. The No Faced Man, as we have come to call Him, is Fear in the flesh.


"Yes. The nightmares are getting worse, and He comes when I am awake much more than he used to."


"I was worried that may happen," Jonas says. "Is He here now?"


"No," I start to answer, but the word is spoken too soon. Suddenly a thick cloud of black smoke rises from the floor. It's Him. My heart races and my mind goes blank as I am captured by his mind and taken into a trance I know all too well. 1 comment


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