~Ash~
It's a Friday night and I'm bored out of my mind. The school day had ended horribly. Without thinking, I climbed the rock wall in the gym. Why did I do that? I can't even climb that well. Right when I reached the top I looked down and just passed out. Why am I a wuss?
"Ash!" Mom calls from downstairs.
Sighing, I swing my heavy combat boots over the edge of the bed and make my way downstairs. What does this bitch wants now?
"What, mom?" I asked, once at the bottom of the stairs.
Mom and Dad are standing there with suitcases all packed up. Are they leaving me to go live on a secret island? Man, I sure hope so.
"Your father and I are going on a business trip, for, um, about a week or so." Mom tells me.
I raised an eyebrow. "Uh, okay. Have fun."
I turned to go upstairs, but mom grabs me and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. "I'm going to miss you!"
"Mom," I wheeze. "You're...killing me." She lets go and gives me a big smile. "Well, we better be off now. Remember, no drugs, alcohol, or parties. Goodbye, honey. Love you."
"Love you too." I groaned.Dad's already out in the car, and mom's about to leave when she turns to me. "Here," she says, handing me something. "These are for you. Someone gave them to me, but we won't be here for it. I thought you would enjoy it."
With that, she leaves. I look down in my hand and see two tickets. They're both black, and look like they're about a hundred years old. The edges look like they've been held over a fire. I looke closer and read the faded white.
The Dark Circus
Two-Headed Twins
Blue Monster
Rotting Princess
Monkey Mutant
Black-Blood Boy
Telepathic Brothers
Spider Sarah
And Much, Much More
I turned it over and looked at the date. Oh, shit. It's tonight. Sounds cool. I don't think it's really a circus, though. It sounds like more like a freak show.Aren't those illegal? Whatever. I'm still going. Who am I gonna take? Fuck that. I'll go by myself. I have no friends anyways. Good thing I'm an only child. So I go up to my room and put in my headphones.
I put on some black gloves, looking at my black painted fingernails. Next I fix up my hair, not as of anyone would care anyways. Whatever. People call me things all the time. Emo, goth, freak...Call me what you will. I don't give a shit. I grab my black hoodie and I'm out the door, into my car, and on my way to The Dark Circus.
Too bad I had no idea how much this 'circus' was going to screw up my life.
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Circus (BoyxBoy)
RomanceI watch as the Ringmaster shuts the door and locks it with a key that hangs around his neck, then I'm left in darkness. As I sit there, tugging at the ropes binding at my wrists, there's a crash from the bathroom and in comes other than Evan.
