The Masquerade
By
Benjamin Troup
Leya Whiteheart slowly brushed her bleached blonde hair, she was standing in front of a floor to ceiling mirror that was in her cream colour bedroom.
She slowly walked out of her bedroom, her mind was buzzing with possibilities and thoughts. She had just turned nineteen and would be married in three weeks. Well may as well enjoy my three weeks of being single. She thought showing no emotion what so ever.
“BEEP BEEP” The sound was accompanied by her mobile's ring-tone. Quickly pulling her phone out she looked at the blue blinking screen.
Rmber formal party tonite. The text silently reminded her.
Its not like I'm gonna forget my best friends 21st . She thought to her self with a barley suppressed chuckle. She was going to wear a strapless black and white floral dress. With brand new high heels. She was absolutely stoked for it. The party was still four hours away and Leya had decided that it would take at least an hour to get ready so she had three hours to kill.
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Leya stepped out of her fathers car, and waved as the car zoomed away. Turning around she silently walked into the comity centre, where the party was being held.
“Leya.” Jazmine, the birthday girl called out. Excitement, blossoming from her youthful face.
“Come on” Jazmine said practically dragging her though the door.
Is it me, or is it bloody hot in here. Leya thought to herself, before quickly searching for the bar to get herself a drink.
Could they hide it any better. She thought as her eye latched on it. It was hidden right in the corner, out of sight. There was at least twenty guys 'hangin' in front of it.
Nudging them aside she finally reached the bar.
“Give me some water please.” She told the bar tender, her voice was dry and hoarse.
“Here it is.” the bartender answered her while handing her a glass brimmed with water.
Leya grabbed the water like a homeless bum might grab a happy meal, with starved desperation.
Just as Leya raised the glass to her lips a voice pierced her consciousness.
“You may drink but you will always thirst.” It stated. Started Leya almost dropped her precious water. After calming her pounding heart she slowly turned around to face the mysterious voice. It was a a young boy, he was fairly good looking.
“Wait... Are you talking to me?” Leya asked her eyes growing wide with a perfectionist's unison.
He answered her question with a slight nod of the head.
“How do you know me?” she asked with interest entwined in her fragile voice.
“I don't” he said with a smirk displaying across his face. “But I know someone who is desperate to meet you!”
Leya was about to say Why should I trust you? But fortunately realised how rude it would sound. So instead she asked who that person who wanted to see her was.
“Your mother knew him.” he said as his features softened. “He actually is here right now.”
“Well show me.” She demanded with desperation, to know anyone that her mother knew.
“Give me you hand.” He instructed.
Placing her small hand inside his huge rough hand he silently lead her out of the building to were her father dropped her off. Its funny, to be treated like a child she thought as a smirk played across her face.
“Were here.” he said with an affirmed voice. Leya searched down the deserted road, looking for any living thing presides them. Her results were useles.
“Where is he?” She asked turning back to the boy, to find him knelling with his eyes closed, silently muttering unrecognisable words.
He opened his eyes and said “In the begging he created the heavens and the earth.” His voice formed with intensiveness. “He then said 'Let there be light.' and there was light.”
“Look up.” He commanded Leya. “See those stars? We ,humans could never create one of them, could we?”
“Um... No I guess.” She answered, wondering where he was leading.
“If I said there was more to life than living, how would you answer?” He asked her.
“Show me.” she whispered.
