"Good morning Dimentio!" The D-Man, who's name, I found out, was Alexander, said. He was the one in charge of my cell. Kind soul, an idiot though. He's very frustrating, and for some sick reason, seems to see me as his friend. It's pathetic, really. How sad must your life be to consider the prisoner you're in charge of a friend?! Idiot.

"I've brought you your breakfast for today! I've even snuck in a muffin for you!"

He opened the small slot on my cell door and slid the food inside. The chains made some noises as I walked over and picked up the gross prison food. I've been locked away here for 213 breakfasts now. 152 more and I can get my mask back.

"Thank you, Alexander," I tell him, slowly eyeing the food. Most mornings I didn't eat it right away. I usually would save it for later, but I've had a rather restless night, and needed a distraction, so I ate.

"Is that chewing I hear? Dimentio, are you eating? You never eat right away," He says with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Don't act so surprised," I tell him.

"I take it you didn't sleep well,"

"Hmm, You're very observant for a lonely guard."

"W-well it IS my job. Although, I'll tell ya, when the queen told me I'd be in charge of watching the most dangerous being in all existence, I didn't think you'd be like this." He states with a light chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"Well I expected some kind of demon."

"Bold of you to assume that I am not one," I snap back, a cold edge in my voice.

"Well, demons are incapable of love," He says almost too casually.

And I spit out my food. "Excuse me?! Listen, Alexander, I appreciate that you bring me my food every morning and bore me with these conversations, but I must inform you that I am most definatly NOT in love with you."

He laughed. "PFFFT, Not ME! You see, when you work with prisoners, you get good at being able to read their emotions through their voice. You listen to their pauses and can tell what they mean. Every once in a while, you pause, as if you're hearing someone. And I can sense a hint of regret in your voice. A hint of longing. And if there's regret, it must also mean there's love inside you!"

I hear him shift so his back is against my door. I clench my fists. I can't stand when people read me.

"It is also why you occasionally have these restless nights. You tend to stay up later about once a month because of these random thoughts. You clearly have emotions. You clearly feel things, even though you try so hard to hide them. Those are something even a mask cannot hide." He explains.

"I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about. In case you've forgotten, I'm Dimentio. I can't feel anything towards anyone." I snap back.

"No, you just THINK you can't feel anything towards anyone."

I don't respond.

He sighs, and I hear him get up. "I'm your guard/friend. It's my job to observe you and be able to tell what you're thinking. The only person you're fooling here, is yourself."

Words can not describe how much I hate this idiot.

I hear him walk away, and I look down at my food. He couldn't be more wrong. All that stuff he said was ridiculous. How DARE he assume that stuff about me?!

______

Everyday is the same, except Alexander tends to get more and more pushy, insisting that I have emotions somewhere deep down. I never hear the other guards question the other prisoners. Why must I be the one who got stuck with this idiot?!

But it doesn't matter. I'll be out of here soon. Just gotta get my mask back first.

Hey, don't do it please.

"Shut up," I say to no one. "Shut up, shut up, shut up. You can't stop me."

"Stop you from what?" Alexander asks, providing me my dinner. I freeze, not realizing he was there.

"Nothing."

"Ah, well I have good news!" He says, in very cheery tone. I roll my eyes and lean my back against the wall. "What is it?"

"One week, and it will have been a whole year of good behavior! That means you get to request one item from your life!"

I immediately perk up! I've been waiting months for this.

"Some ground rules," He starts. "The item must be somewhat small. It cannot be a weapon. Just a harmless item. I get to look it over and deem whether it is safe or not. Okay? So no requesting big swords or whatever."

I nod excitedly, "Of course. Of course. So I can get my mask?"

"Yes. You can get your mask."

"Perfect."

One week, and I'll have my mask back.

One week, and I can finally start my plans to get out of here.

Just one week!

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I don't sleep the night before I can finally get my mask back. I can't sleep. Too much excitement is coursing through my veins. The thought of getting out of this cell. The thought of continuing my plans. Finishing what I started.

Nothing will stop me now. With my mask back, I won't have to worry about people reading me. I'll be able to fully focus on escape. Nothing will be able to stop me!

Hey, Don't do it please.

Huh?

"Excuse me?" I say, only to cover my mouth. Everyone's asleep. No one was talking. It's just that stupid voice again.

Dimentio.... don't do it.

I want to tell the voice to shut up. How dare it interrupt my wonderful excitement.

You know.... it whispers. I made you something.

My excited smile falters. "Shut up."

I left it in my room. It's just sitting on my desk. It's a small box.

I shake my head and smirk. I remember when he said all this. Poor L. He was an idiot, really. "Funny that you think I'd care."

When you get back home, since I won't be there to gift it to you, would you just walk in and take it. I want you to have it.

"Why?! Why would you want me to have it? I see no reason why you'd waste time and parks making such a useless item, L!!" I yell, my voice breaking a little.

Great. Now I sound like I've lost it. Can't he leave me alone just this one night. Get the hint L!

I.

Don't.

Care.

About.

You.

Please. That's all I ask of you.

"No." I say. "I don't care. I'm getting my mask. I don't care about your stupid little box."

______

"Congratulations Dimentio!!!" Alexander says the next morning. "A whole year, and no real issues! Good job! See, I knew you could do it! I'm so proud!"

"Yes, Yes," I say, exhausted. But it doesn't matter, I can finally get that mask back.

"So, what'll it be? What do you want from your life?"

My mask.

I want my mask.

Say mask.

"M....." I start.

I stop myself, and I don't know why.

Why am I not I saying mask?!

Just say mask!

What am I, an idiot?! Since when did I stumble on my words?!

"Ma....."

Hey.

I freeze.

"My....M"

Hey, he tells me. Don't do it please.

"My..... music box." I say, shocking myself.

"Wait, really?!" Alexander asks. "I mean... alright, I gotta say, I didn't expect you to say that. I thought you were set on getting your mask back. But, I'm glad you changed your mind! I'll go and get that taken care of for you!"

I hear him begin to walk away.

And then I freak out.

"NO! WAIT, NO! I DON'T KNOW WHY I SAID THAT! MY MASK! I WANT MY MASK! GIVE ME MY MASK!"

But it was too late.

"No no NO! I'm such and IDIOT! NO!" I cry, banging my fists against the wall.

Why did I do that?!

Thank you.

"You are not welcome," I tell him. "It's your fault, L. You confused me! This is YOUR fault!!"

Thank you.

That's all he says. Thank you. What kind of idiot just says thank you?! That jerk ruined my plans! I NEEDED that mask! Without it, I'm an open book!

Alexander delivers the stupid box, as I lie on the ground, a puddle of failure. I can't believe I let a stupid voice in my head ruin everything. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

"Your box!" Alexander says. "Enjoy!"

I don't listen to it. I WONT listen to it. This stupid box ruined everything. And I hate it.

I want to throw it across the room and shatter it into a million pieces. I want to have it traded for my mask. But when I request this, I just get a head shake, a laugh, and a "You can't trade items. Once one's chosen, it's chosen. Sorry, Dimentio."

In conclusion, this sucks, and I'm screwed.

I will NEVER listen to this stupid box. It'll just sit there, across the room, a painful reminder of that one time his stupid voice made me throw all my plans for escape away.