02-19-2007, 09:11 PM
Something written a while ago. Excuse me if it doesn't make much sense
The Girl Without a Face
There once was a girl without a face. Now, she had a mouth, a nose and two round eyes on her head complete with two ears, one on each side. Everything on her head was where it should be, and yet she didn’t have a ‘face’. Despite this, she was not a very peculiar girl. After all, no one else had faces either. No one in this world was able to express themselves using their every morning she woke up to a grayscale world of black, gray, white; these were the colors that constituted her life. The girl was not unhappy with the world she lived in. She was used to it; some even say she was satisfied with it. But perhaps she did wish for a change, if that was possible. Although, to be honest, she was not sure at all what she felt. When her fingers stumbled along her own face, she found no expression, she was faceless. There never was a furrowed brow, her small lips never gathered into a smile or a frown. All she knew was that she tied her jet black hair with a red ribbon every morning. Whether she was looking for a change, she wasn’t sure herself. But as she ventured outside every morning of her life, she hoped that maybe, just maybe, she would find someone else wearing a red ribbon.
These days, she couldn’t seem to remember too many things clearly. Who could blame her? There was never a break from her daily routine. Even as she crossed the street in the busy city the people she bumped into while pushing her way through were same every morning. Perhaps they were indeed different people each morning, but without faces or any distinction, it was hard to tell. Just like she has done everyday since she could remember, the girl walked on the city pavements, her fingers just barely trailing the buildings that surrounded her as she walked. People in their grays and blacks seemed to fade into the background as she walked. Then, she saw it, the color. It was bright red, much like the ribbon in her own hair. Subconsciously, the girl raised her right hand to the ribbon, but without the courage to touch it. Her cheeks felt tight, her lips stretched. Surprised, the girl then moved her fingers to her cheeks, feeling a change in her face. Her brows were raised, and her lips parted slightly. A look of confusion and surprise filled her eyes. Both fascinated and surprised, the girl stood her mouth agape that she hadn’t even noticed the figure in the red scarf approaching her. When she had realized that there was a foreign object, a person in front of her, the girl looked up and saw a face half buried within the scarf. Not just a mouth, nose and eyes, a real face. Her jaw dropped even more and before she had time to react, the figure reached out his hand, grabbed hers and started running, dragging the girl with him.
Excited and scared, the girl stared dumbfounded at the figure dragging her away. She knew he was taking her away from the world of grays and whites, from the world of no faces. Her mind snapped back at the reality of the situation. Racing, her mind was beginning to clutter up with infinite amount of questions. Was this what she wanted? To be away from all she knew, from all she’s ever known? What if the world different from the ones she knew was worse than this? What if she regretted it later on? With that thought, the girl felt her hand slip from the firm grip of the red scarf. It was slow and gradual, and she was sure she could have stopped it from slipping if she had desired to do so. Yet, she simply watched her hands slip from the firm grip of the figure in front of her. When her hand was finally free from the grip, she stopped running and stared at her hand, her mind blank. Her head then snapped back up and scanned the area for the figure in the red scarf. He was no where to be seen. The girl was still in the world of gray figures without faces. She raised her fingers to her face again, and the raised brow and the opened lip were gone, and her ‘face’ had disappeared again. She was once again faceless and the only thing that was out of the ordinary were the tears rolling down her cheeks. Slowly, the girl placed her index fingers on her eyes as if she would wipe them off, but slid them past her face to the back of her head and fumbled for the red ribbon entangled in her hair. She tugged on it a couple times and let her hair fall as the ribbon fell out of place. Strangely enough, the ribbon didn’t seem so vibrant anymore. She let her fingers drop and the ribbon fall on the ground.
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