Last Updated August 18, 2014

"And while we are on that topic bros, me and Cry need to tell you something." I snapped back as Pewds spoke. "We wanted you to know that we don't really mind the stories, right Cry?"
Now does he want the truth or what he wants to hear? "Right friend."
"Just please don't force them down our throats, okay? Unless, of course, Cry likes the stories." I heard him laugh.
Does he want the truth or the words that he wants to hear? "Really Pewds? Of course I don't." I lied.
"I know. I was just joking. Don't worry about it Cry." I hated when he said that. I shivered. It was just so, common and, reminding. I shook the thought out of my head. I ran my hand over my mask. The thing drove everyone crazy. It especially sparked craze in the stories. They all know it hides my scar, but where it's from is their choice. The most popular scenario is an abusive dad. That's why I want to read the stories. I wish I could say that was the scenario. It wasn't though. It was anger, rage, and passion that did it. I had loved my little sister as much as I could. But one day, she was kidnapped. Then my father was too. My father was a sissy, and just watched her die. Watched her bleed to death painfully. I wish he wasn't a sissy, so he could have saved her. I still won't believe she's gone. Days after her death, I had gone insane. I saw the face of her attacker in the mirror, so I punched it. The glass shattered, sending one shard down my face. It just missed my eye, and stained my cheek with blood. It scarred, so I wear the mask. Then I heard Pewdie start his outro. I ran my hand through my hair as I heard my sister's voice start singing to me.
"The scars of life, are never hidden. And in this life, they are forbidden. How can you hide, what always shows. How you got it, everybody wants to know. Say it was life, tell them the truth. Say it was life, eating at your youth. Tell them it was me, from my grave. Tell them all that, and then you'll be brave. Tell them it was life."
"Life." I mumbled quietly.
"What Ryan?"
"Oh, nothing. Just zoned out. I gotta go now. Goodbye friend."
"Bye bro." And I ended the call. I thought about what my sister said. Like they'd believe me. I could never take off my mask. I would be judged all the time. Who knows how Felix would react. He only ever pushed it when we met. He eventually let up as we started making videos together. If I told him, he would never treat me the same. Then my phone rang beside me. I answered and the other end snickered.
"Nice to hear from you again Ryan. How's life without your baby sister?" A familiar voice boomed. It was him. The man who kidnapped my sister.
"How did you get this number?" I hissed. He laughed.
"I expected a warmer welcoming. Especially since I know of the Swedish prince you're friends with. It's a shame you thought I was done after your sister. I killed both your parents, but it wasn't as much fun as it is when you're watching them squirm. I haven't caught this one yet, I was too busy studying your relationship with him. He doesn't know about your sister, does he?"
"Don't you dare-"
"Calm down. You're the one telling him. Nighty night, Ryan." He snickered. I fell unconscious as something hit my head.
I woke up hanging from a wall by my wrists. I shook free from them too easily.
"Welcome to my lair Ryan. I would show you around, but that'll ruin the fun. Sit down, for your sake." I sat down and straps latched around my wrists. "You won't be as still as your father was. He didn't need the straps. Oh look, your friend is up." He turned a light on Felix. Felix just looked at me.
"R-Ryan? Is that you?" Felix asked.
"Oh yeah, he hasn't seen you without the mask yet, has he? Yeah, that's Ryan. Just without his mask. Do you know why he wears the mask?" My mask. I scowled at him. Felix shook his head no. "Go ahead and tell him, Ryan."
"You son of a gun. Let me go so I can beat you to a pulp."
"Why? For your precious little sister? Felix doesn't know, does he?" I looked at Felix, he was giving me a questionable look.
"Don't you dare being her into this."
"Ryan?" Felix asked.
"Yeah I had a sister. Until this murderer killed her!" I struggled to break free.
"Yeah, I did kill her. Just to annoy you. It worked well. It gave you that cut, a permanent mark. Why don't you explain what you did?" I glared at him. "Fine then. You'll snap eventually. I was going to do something special with him," he signaled towards a bed, "But you don't like him that much. It's a shame too. He sees to scream a lot." He walked up to Felix and started messing around. It really bugged me, because it upset Felix. He stopped after a minute. "Oh well."
"Let us go. Or at least me so I can beat the daylights out of you." I gritted my teeth and tried to break free. He laughed again.
"You see Ryan, I have one purpose in life. That is: to make your life a nightmare. Now that I wasted away your family, I only have your friends. He seemed to be the only one you had. So, this'll be fun. It's your choice Ryan. He can die like your sister, or he can die like you almost did. Your choice. So what'll it be? I-"
"Like he almost did? What's he talking about Ryan?"
"Nothing Felix. Now he won't die today. And neither will I."
"Oh, tell him Ryan. Tell him about what you did. Tell him the humiliating story behind your scar."
"Say it was life, tell them the truth. Say it was life, eating at your youth. Tell them it was me, from my grave. Tell them all that, and then you'll be brave. Tell them it was life." My sister sung. It brought a tear to my eye.
"No. No." I said.
"Please Ryan. I can help you save your friend if you tell him the truth. Please Ryan, for me?"
"Fine. After my sister died, I went insane. I saw his face everywhere I went. One day, I saw it in my mirror, and I lost it. I punched the glass and it flew. A shard sliced deep into my face and it scarred. That's all."
"Ryan I'm-"
"But is that what your sister says about it? I know you hear her voice still. Singing you lullabies that would have saved you if you would have listened." I stared at him. Another tear rolled down my cheek. He killed her. That poor little angel who did nothing wrong. It was all my fault. "Who does she say is responsible?"
"Why would I tell you?"
"'Cause," he flipped his blade and put it to Felix's neck, "His life depends on it."
"She says it was life, and her fault." I glared at him, refusing to focus on the blade at Felix's neck... Until I heard the yelp.
"Oops, it slipped." He shrugged and dropped the knife. I watched as the blood started to pool around the knife. He released me and Felix. I automatically stopped the bleeding on his neck. It wasn't a deep wound, but it hit a vein. It sealed up quickly, but he had already passed out. I got up and walked up to the man, who had been watching me care for the wound. I glared at him.
"Now listen Ryan, I really want to shoot you right now, but I haven't. Can you hold down your rage for a bit, so we can talk?" I nodded. "Good. Listen here. Your sister was a good girl. I didn't kill her. That's why your father wouldn't help her. I told her I was going to kill you if she didn't cooperate so she shoved the knife into her neck. I merely threatened, I didn't kill her. Her dying words were to keep you safe." I shook my head. She couldn't have killed herself. It couldn't be true. I leaned against the wall. "I was going to let her go with just the threat. Same with your parents. I knew you'd be able to seal his wound. I didn't kill any of them, they killed themselves, for you. He's the only difference. I wanted to see what you'd do. I was hoping that you two were just friends. I knew you couldn't live open enough for a relationship anyway. It is a little sad, but I guess that's just how you are." What was he trying to do? "Anyhow, here's a potion. If he drinks it, he won't remember any of this. I'm giving it to you, it's your decision." He handed me a bottle and walked towards a wall. "Here's your exit. Have a good life. I shouldn't be bothering you anymore." He placed a rock in his spot and disappeared. He was so confusing. So was what he said. Why would they kill themselves for me? I sighed and placed Felix on the exit. I decided against the potion, and he disappeared. I stepped on the place and woke up in my house. Was it all a dream? Or a living nightmare. I guess I'll never know, except from the scars of life.
I woke up at age 16, one hour before my sister would be kidnapped. What was happening to me?