All my life, I walk around with a mask with a stitched eye and stitched mouth. I'm not obsessed with silence, but there's a little story behind my mask.
When I was a kid, my parents died out of injustice. I was at a store buying groceries for my mom. Next to me were three men plotting a robbery.
"Did you bring the gun?" The first man asked.
"Yeah I did." The second man replied.
"We don't necessarily have to use it, it's just to scare them."
The third man added.
Instead of reporting to the police, I ignored then and continued with my shopping. "Besides, it's none of my business." I said to myself. After getting all that my mom listed, I paid, left the store and headed home. On my way home, I saw those same men leaving our house in a hurry. I didn't know what to make of this. I prayed real hard that it wasn't what I was thinking that happened. I doubled my steps. On getting into the house, the doors were wide open.
"Dad! Mom!! Have we been robbed?"
To my greatest surprise, we weren't just robbed, but my parents lay on the floor bleeding out.
"Oh no, This can't be."
I screamed as I ran over their body.
"My son" Dad said coughing out blood. "From this point on you have to take care of yourself. Go and live with your aunt Meg. Don't let this stop you from living your life. Your mom and I will be waiting for you in heaven."
"No dad, you both can't leave me at the same time. This is all my fault dad. I could have prevented this. I heard them plotting this. I never knew our house was the target..."
Before I could finish narrating what happened, Dad gave up the ghost. I cried out loud, but there was no one to console me.
Ever since that incident, I just couldn't stand injustice. Whenever I see something wrong, I wing k weight hesitate to report to the authorities. I talked a lot, engaged with everybody to know if they were planning anything evil. Most people tagged me a snitch, but I didn't really care about that. I just didn't want any body else getting killed due to my ignorance. With this, I got a police friend who asked me to feel free to call him anytime I noticed a crime.
One day, as I was driving home late at night, I noticed a suspicious van pull up in a building, and men with masks on stormed out of the bag with guns. I had my police friend's number on speed dail already. I called him and reported the ongoing robbery. As I waited for the police to arrive the scene, I saw the men come out of the house carrying a little girl who was blindfolded. They dumped her in the back of the van, got into the car and zoomed off. I couldn't wait for the police to respond, so I followed them from a distance. They drove for a long while, almost seemed like they were taking her to a different state. They finally left the major roads and took a bushy route. I still followed them from distance until they finally brought the car to rest at a shady house.
They carried the girl into the house. I remained in the car trying to contact my police friend, but there seemed to be no network reception. Just then, some men approached my car, forced to doors open, hit me with the edge of their gun and carried me into the house.
I opened my eyes to see myself tied up in a chair and my mouth sealed with a duct tape. The men on mask surrounded me with their gun. One of them stepped forward.
"I have heard so much about you. Stupid snitch going about reporting to the police about every little thing. By the time I'm through with you, You will never be able to see anything or report anything to anyone. Get to work!"
He ordered one of the men.
The man walked towards me with a sort of large Needle and thread. With that, he started stitching my eye. I screamed so loud in pain. As he stitched my eyes, I bled profusely. He stitched the first eye, then onto the second eye. That was not enough, he went on to stitch my mouth. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. My whole body was soaked in my own blood. When they were through with me, they abandoned me in the building and I heard their car zoom off.
I was left to bleed to death with my eyes and mouth shut with stitches. Luckily for me, The police were able to track my phone and come to rescue, by then I already passed out due to severe bleeding. I was rushed to the hospital. An operation was conducted on me to remove the stitches. When they were through with the operation, my face had terrible scars that I was ashamed to look at myself at a mirror. Therefore I had a mask customiser for me, This way anyone that liked at me would know that I have my eye and mouth stitched and had no interest in your business. I went back to being a loner and minding my business.
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