"Because my fucking family was murdered and then my lips were cut like Jeff's and then burned alive. I unlike you survived being burned alive. I used to wear a wig because my hair wouldn't grow back. The mask hides me from my past. Are you happy now?!" Jane exclaimed before standing up and picking her knife out of the ground. She then stomped up the stairs and to her room. Slamming the door and locking it behind her. She slipped her mask off and set it beside her as she sat against the wall. Silent tears running down her face, over her stitches that keep her cheeks in place. She didn't resent Jeff for what he did, not anymore. She just hated reliving the past.