DARK WOODS CIRCUS | DWC Book 1

11. Part

11. Part

Horses' hoofs, that were louder than a meteorite hitting the grounds of the Earth, were close to be deafening, but I tried to ignore it.
As I was passing through the gate, a man, that was sitting right on in front of a carriage holding the reins, passed right next to me several feet above my height, leaving me to wonder how I've gone unnoticed.

Without thinking, I ran to leave the gate, hid behind a tree, and waited until everyone left.

There it was.
I was free.

And then it struck me.

I have nowhere else to go, they won't ever accept me with my hands, and I don't know where I am.

I will only ever be accepted where I am now.

But I'm already outside, and if they see me, they will kill me.

When the gates closed once the carriages left, I slowly walked away.

Already feeling paranoid, as if someone knows I left, I sighed as I headed towards deeper in the woods that were still even in front of the gates.

Seeing a girl my age I didn't know approaching me, I hid my hands behind my back, and I sped up my pace.

I could see her form a genuine smile on her face as in to greet me, and in that moment, I wished not to have those fingers.

Not to be a considered a circus freak, and instead have the chance at being friends with her.

But I am a circus freak.

I am a circus monster.

And I already know...

that that's all I will ever really be.

I saw her pass next to me and I just continued walking, but what I really wanted to do was to say hi to her and hear her say it too.

Instead, I put my arms back as they originally were.

I can't even go anywhere like this, everyone will hate me.

Make fun of me.
Run away.

I looked back to see her, and she just continued what she was doing. Walking.

After some time, I could see another person.

It was a woman with chocolate brown hair long down to her waist.
Passing me, she stopped and looked at my face, her grey eyes almost meeting my eyes of the same color.

She smiled at me brightly, and opened her mouth to speak:

"Hi, I genuinely apologize if I'm making you uncomfortable, but you're very pretty, there's not that many people as pretty as you," she was trying to be nice as I was hiding my hands behind my back again, but all that she really made me feel now was remind me, right after I've escaped, of what they said.
Even though she hasn't seen my hands.

Everyone will love you.

With anxiety, I've looked at her, not sure what to say.

"I've made you uncomfortable, haven't I? Oh my gosh, I'm so very sorry," she was saying almost hysterically, yet with a calm expression.

She, to me, seems maybe way too nice.

"I..." I tried to talk, but I failed to find the courage to speak.

I need to go before she notices my fingers.

"What's your name?" she asked. "If you don't mind sharing."