A small grey mouse stands in a circle of cats. It's whiskers twich and it fights the urge to cower as the hungry eyes close in on it. It musters it's courage and says "Mewow." The cats' approach slows but doesn't stop. Twisted smiles come over their faces. "Hiss" says the mouse, but the cats' know the true nature of their prey.
The cats sit, waiting for more show. The mouse give it all it has growling and howling and wailing for it's life. The mouse stops, suddenly completely aware of where it is. The cats' eyes glint with hunger and the mouse turns to see each one in turn lick its lips in anticipation.
The moment is slowed, drawn out, so the mouse can cower for years knowing it's fate.
But then the mouse is silent.
A little girl stands infront of a mirror wearing adult clothings. Their baggy depths threaten to swallow her. She stares at the mirror sad and forelorn. Her finger traces down the curves of her face. With a quick jerk she pulls and the wooden mask falls to the ground. The pony tails curved and twised benith it's bulk. The hallow eyes stare up at her, showing no promise, no security. The mouth is a smile with a spot of tomato sauce in the corner. The faceless girl, now a woman, looks up from the mask to the walls which are coated with faces. She looks over them and selects the one she wants. Confident, caring, smart and savy, wise, trustworthy and calm. She puts it on and smiles ear to ear, but once she takes away her bracing hands, in seconds the mask peels away, rejecting her. It flies from her, replacing it self on the wall. All the eyes on the wall stare at her and she turns back the mask on the floor. It is the only one that fits.
She picks it up, defeated and places it back on her face. She turns to leave the room, reatching for the knob on the exit door. It's to high and ever on her tip toes she can only touch it, brush it with her fingers.
She wavers on her toes, trying again for the knob, but falls to the ground. It takes a second or two before the tears break and she wails in frustration. Trapped in the room with nothing but her cries.
I stand on the brink of a large canyon. I fill my lungs with air and call out into the depths. A few seconds later my voice fills my ears and I smile. I start to step away when a low howl starts far away. The dust and leaves dance around me as a wind starts and then grows stronger. I'm in the middle of a tornado of amplified echos of my voice. I through my arms up to protect myself, but the winds beat me down and soon I am on my knees. I peak from behind my arms to look for some escape and soon as I lay my eyes on the winds they die, evaporated by closer inspection. My face is still scared by the pain of the bombardment.