She looked at me, her eyes filling with tears, and asked me again. “Take your mask off.”

We were standing in the middle of the road, surrounded by the unconscious bodies of kidnappers, when she smacked me across the face and screamed at me to take the mask off.

I was hesitant. What would happen if I did, would she be in even more danger? What would she think of me if she knew who was behind the mask? Surely she’d be happy knowing that I saved her. I reached up and took the mask off, letting the moon lit night shine on my face.

She drank my features in, a mix of emotions rippling across her face, not sure what to make of who she saw. For someone who had indestructible skin and never felt pain, I was nervous that she would hurt me when she realizes who I was.

She took a breath and I felt ready to collapse. She said to me in her lovely voice, “I thought I told you to stay away from me. The restraining order says 800 feet. Your parole officer wouldn’t be happy to see that you broke it.” She had an edge to her voice that I hadn’t heard before. She was slightly trembling, I could see it in her hands.

“I-I-I thought you’d be okay if it meant that I saved your life?” I stuttered, not sure why she was acting this way.

“‘Saved your life?!’” She screamed. “These are my family members, you creep! They were saving me from you!” Her eyes were rimmed in red, angry tears falling down her smooth olive skin.

“N-No, they were here to kidnap you. They were taking you away from me. We are meant to be together. You know this. Haven’t you been getting my love letters?”

“Dead squirrels are not love letters. Why are you coming after me? What did I do?” Her tears came faster as she started to hyperventilate.

“You remember when I saved you from the speeding car? I pushed you out of the way and as a token of your appreciation you gave me a kiss on the cheek and thanked me. I knew you loved me from that day on.”

“You’re delusional! That meant nothing and you should have known that. Stay away from me and never come around again or so help me, I will find a way to hurt you.” She said, her voice no longer sounding angelic. Her smooth olive skin started cracking like pieces of plaster falling off walls.

“Did you just threaten me?” I asked, taking steps toward her, rage building up like water boiling. Her eyes widened and she took steps back, falling over the legs of her family members. “No one talks to me like that.”

I don’t know what happened next, as blackness had surrounded me in its embrace and the world disappeared until I was back in my bed, blood running down my hands.