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“Feeling Free”

As a kid, the one thing that always terrified me at night was the idea that something was lurking in the darkness, ready to tear me to shreds. But then I heard something that left me unable to sleep in a dark room again. What if someone was actually there, in the shadows. They never moved, only watched.

The night was perfect, the clouds had faded away from the storm hours ago. The sun was sinking under the horizon, turning the sky this beautiful blend of orange and purple. I glanced out the window, awaiting the arrival of my friend. She and I had made plans to go hang out some place.
I paced back and forth as I waited. Why did I feel so nervous? We meet up and talk almost every day. Sure, it’s in spurts, but it is talking all the same. 
I understood not why she and I hanging out was feeling like something more. Perhaps it was the way she spoke or the messages sent that made me misinterpret their kindness, but it always felt like she was into me in some way. The only thing I was certain of was that we enjoyed each other’s company.
Finally, her car began to pull up the parking lot. I wasn’t much of a fan of her picking me up. Sure, it was probably a normal thing to do for a girl to pick a guy up, but I was brought up to believe it was the man’s responsibility to treat the woman.
As I headed out the door, I had to remind myself, we were only friends. There was no need to act strange around her. 
I made my way to her as casually as I could. Her car was low, making it difficult to get in. I felt as though I needed to duck down just to see her eye to eye. Her hood was down, giving it the appearance of being tall person friendly.
I got in the car and we took off down the open road. We drove for a while before making it to the middle of nowhere, no one but us and the open road. I felt free as I had ever been before.
Glancing over, she raised a hand to her face and slowed the car down slightly. She reached toward her face and began to peel back her skin. Her face beneath was pink and scaly, like some kind of a fish human hybrid.
She glanced over to me for a moment with a smile. I began peeling back my own face. It reflected her own, only red skin hid beneath. Finally, some freedom.

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