The merry life of Freya Meadow

The problem with putting on a mask to face the outside world, is that at some point there will come a point when you are unable to take it off. When the mask will eventually become your own identity and you don’t know who you truly are anymore.

But no one is forced to make this choice. At least not most people. In some cases, this mask could be a diversion. It was definitely true on Freya Meadow’s case.

In fact, Freya, on the outside while she was wearing her mask seemed like a dear, lovable, sweet angel and was known in her neighbourhood for her amazing strawberry pies. Every time she baked one, she would share it with her neighbours, who delightedly would ask her “Freya, these strawberry pies are wonderful, but I can taste something else, what is it?” and Freya would just smile and say, “Secret ingredient, I can’t tell you”, as she reached for another slice.

But the truth was that Freya was actually a creepy, sinister villain, living a double life. No one suspected a thing, and, how could they? When all she did was smile, and bake lovely, special pies that everyone adored and tried, in vain, to find out what the secret ingredient was. But they never would. That was a secret that Freya would never tell. She didn’t make her pies regularly, she would just show up, one morning out of the blue, at the house of one of her neighbours, holding one. And of course, no one would be able to resist.

But one day, someone did find out what the special ingredient used by dear Freya Meadow’s in her scrumptious pies was. Alec Cox had been in love with Freya Meadow since the first moment he saw her, when she had first moved to the neighbourhood, so that morning, Alec marched to Freya’s house, with the intention of telling her how he felt. As he approached her house, Freya saw him from her kitchen window. Luckily for Freya, it was a Sunday morning and everyone in a five-mile radius had gone to church. Freya hadn’t as she wasn’t a very religious person.

Soon, Alec was inside Freya’s house.
“Freya, there’s something I want to tell you” Alec said. “I am here because I love you. I always have, since the first time I saw you, when you first moved here”.
“Alec, I know you do, unfortunately, I want something else.” Freya stepped closer to Alec and for a moment, no one said anything, she just stood there looking at him. She had known him for years, but she had never stood so close to him. For a moment, as she stood there, she felt a sense of remorse, as she looked into Alec’s eyes. ‘What a shame’, Freya thought as she hugged Alec and reached for the kettle on the kitchen counter behind him, ‘I almost feel bad’, and with one swift move, Freya brought the kettle down on Alec’s skull and watched him as he fell to the ground and closed his doe-eyed hazel eyes.

After church, she went to her neighbour’s house with a strawberry pie, and was asked once more, what her secret ingredient was. Once again, she smiled and said that she couldn’t tell them, but to trust her, as without it, her pies wouldn’t be as delicious.
“Plus, if I did tell you, I would have to kill you” and to her answer, everyone laughed.

In Freya’s case, the mask had become part of her identity, but she still was a cold-blooded killer.