Easy Come, Easy Go

"Beyond the mask we make, is the mask we are." She asked me to. It's as simple as that. I was just an innocent bystander, minding my own business, when she came up to me, and asked if I could please, pretty please, tell her story. A thin girl, she was. Bony, too, with eyes that seemed too large for her head, and blond hair that looked too greasy. "Tell my story," she begged. I figured at one point, she'd been pretty and full of life. There wasn't much left of her. Her eyes pleaded, asking please, please? I hesitated, then nodded. I didn't have the heart to say no.