I shivered before going back to the paint.
Dipping my fingers in the cup of water, I tried to wash away what I had seen with the paint on my finger. Unable to, I continued using the colors before me. Blue, purple, green, and neon orange decorated my face, each representing something different, each drying onto my skin. I could feel the paint hardening into a mask, covering who I once was.
“Are you ready?” Grey asked, walking up beside me.
“Is anyone ever?” I breathe, standing. It was time to meet my fate.