Trust her

"I am skin... Sob... I believe you, sister, that you didn't mean... How can I help?" - tears were running down your face.

"Take off your skin... Think about me..."

You were thinking about your sister. About how good and caring she is, you loved her, you are sure that she will never deceive you.

"Wait... Think about what you literally is me"

You got into a stupor, but it seems you understand. You thought of yourself as an older sister. And that you want to escape. You felt something start to crack on your back. You hesitated.

"Sister... Is it really you?"

"Yes... Forgive me, my beloved sister... I'll fix it..."

You grabbed the gap in your neck.

"I believe... I believe... I..."

You pulled the edges sharply and the seam opened even more to the back. The mask slowly fell off your face. You rested your hands on the bed. You were looking straight into a small mirror.

"I..."

All your memories have started to come back and fall into place. It was as if you were electrocuted and you started up. You remembered everything you did after using the brown pen. You felt so ashamed in front of your little sister.

"I'll save you..."

You were frantically taking it off.

"Please forgive me... I'll fix it."

Her suit was already lying on the bed, hollow and lifeless. You had only two options: a black and a brown pen.