justprompts
fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Original Character
prompt: Mask
title: Mask of my life
author: hiddensummers
word count: 419
rating: PG:13
To me a mask has always been to hide things, keep them from being seen for what they truly were. I never saw the point in masquerades, I always wanted to know who I was talking or dancing with. I was hidden all of my life but I had never known it. I was the typical bouncing baby girl who was born to two people who loved and cared deeply for each other; or so it seemed. My mother pretty much raised me but that was because daddy was 'off working' so he could support our lavish lifestyle. It's true that I had never wanted for anything and always had more than I could even possibly need. I lived in a fabulous townhouse in upper-scale L.A. and always had a butler, maid, and chauffeur to cater to my every need.
I wore name brand clothes and always had my hair done into a new color or hairstyle every month. This would later influence my desire to go to beauty school. This was all possible because mom worked at a very popular nightclub/bar and daddy always sent his checks. I started to notice he wasn't around much when I was about 5 or 6 but mom always had a reason for his absence. Working, family emergencies, the like. I believed it because he came every holiday, even if it is was sometimes late at night, and he visited for a few days a month. Finally when I was 9 daddy had gotten tired of being away from his family so he quit his job and came home, taking up a local one. He was never gone after that, never.
It was in fact a just a few months ago that I found out daddy had a ex-wife and 2 other daughters. And to add to it, he and mom weren't even married! I was shocked and horrified when I found out. They had worn masks to hide their true selves all my life and had forced one on me as well. Dad said he was too ashamed to even tell his kids about me and I even overheard him telling mom one night that he couldn't even go to his ex-wife's funeral. What the fuck, who even does this! So I finally after 2 months got him to give me my older sister's name and address so I'm going to find her. I'm ripping my mask off and I'm finally going to live...and try to reconnect my broken complex family.
prompt: Mask
title: Mask of my life
author: hiddensummers
word count: 419
rating: PG:13
To me a mask has always been to hide things, keep them from being seen for what they truly were. I never saw the point in masquerades, I always wanted to know who I was talking or dancing with. I was hidden all of my life but I had never known it. I was the typical bouncing baby girl who was born to two people who loved and cared deeply for each other; or so it seemed. My mother pretty much raised me but that was because daddy was 'off working' so he could support our lavish lifestyle. It's true that I had never wanted for anything and always had more than I could even possibly need. I lived in a fabulous townhouse in upper-scale L.A. and always had a butler, maid, and chauffeur to cater to my every need.
I wore name brand clothes and always had my hair done into a new color or hairstyle every month. This would later influence my desire to go to beauty school. This was all possible because mom worked at a very popular nightclub/bar and daddy always sent his checks. I started to notice he wasn't around much when I was about 5 or 6 but mom always had a reason for his absence. Working, family emergencies, the like. I believed it because he came every holiday, even if it is was sometimes late at night, and he visited for a few days a month. Finally when I was 9 daddy had gotten tired of being away from his family so he quit his job and came home, taking up a local one. He was never gone after that, never.
It was in fact a just a few months ago that I found out daddy had a ex-wife and 2 other daughters. And to add to it, he and mom weren't even married! I was shocked and horrified when I found out. They had worn masks to hide their true selves all my life and had forced one on me as well. Dad said he was too ashamed to even tell his kids about me and I even overheard him telling mom one night that he couldn't even go to his ex-wife's funeral. What the fuck, who even does this! So I finally after 2 months got him to give me my older sister's name and address so I'm going to find her. I'm ripping my mask off and I'm finally going to live...and try to reconnect my broken complex family.