Carnival

Famous?

Poppet didn't understand how this dead dull town used to be famous. Not that she minded the way it looked. It was just so dark, quiet, almost what normal people saw I'm their nightmares.

Poppet thought of herself as a nightmare. So odd, unwanted....the mistake.

"Poppet...you need to eat, dear." Her skeleton of a Nanny said with a low expression. Some of the skin under her chin dangling.

Oh shut the hell up Poppet thought it's not like you would care if I starved myself you old damn dinosaur. Dad doesn't care either.

The millions of thoughts swirled in her mind, building a horribly uncomfortable pressure in her chest. As if the weight of all her family's problems were on it. That couldn't be possible though, because if that were true her whole body would be crushed flat.

She pushed her food away. And without a word stood, taking a candle for she hated using electricity, and walked down the dark hallway then up the stairs to her room.

Her door was painted black. She made sure that was the first thing she did when they moved into the house, just to make sure the nosey relatives knew it was her room. She didn't have to paint the inside though. It was already a dark purple with a neat black trim. There were even some old carnival toy and posters.

Carnivals were something poppet enjoyed, especially the old clowns and freak shows. They were odd like her, misplaced, and a total outcast of society. The true meaning of misfit.
*****

Poppet was sitting on the dark carpet, her black dress fluffing out around her as she played with her china dolls. She kept hearing noises outside her window, it wasn't raining outside, so Poppet knew the clatter on the roof tiles wasn't normal. Too loud to just be a bird or squirrel. It was something bigger.