HM- No Bottom

  Sabrina ran a hand back through her black hair. Her forehead wrinkled in concentration. “Carly Beth,” she said finally, “there’s something very weird going on here.”
  “What? What are you talking about?” Carly Beth demanded.
  “There’s no bottom to the mask.”
  “Huh?” Carly Beth’s hands shot up to her neck. She felt around frantically. “What do you mean?”
  “There’s no line,” Sabrina told her in a trembling voice. “There’s no line between the mask and your skin. No place to slip my hand in.”
  “But that’s crazy!” Carly Beth cried. She moved her hands to her throat, pushing up the skin, feeling for the bottom of the mask. “That’s crazy! Just crazy!”
  Sabrina raised her hands to her face, her features tight with horror.
  “That’s crazy! Crazy!” Carly Beth repeated in a high-pitched, frightened voice.
  But as her trembling fingers desperately explored her neck, Carly Beth realized that her friend was right.
  There was no longer a bottom to the mask. No place where the mask ended. No opening between the mask and Carly Beth’s skin.
  The mask had become her face.

-Chapter 21