The Dead Circus

Chapter Seven: Familiar blood

"Who are you?!" I asked in fear. "Melaina. You don't remember me? My name is Aeron Freight." "You are Welsh." "Yes. Is it starting to come back to you?" "No." I looked at him and nothing sparked up. I felt an uneasy feeling and began to run. I stopped as I saw a graveyard with my mum's name on it. It said she was killed by "The Ringmaster  shooting her through the heart." Everything of my childhood was coming back to me and it was getting so familiar now. I could not stand it any longer and so I wanted to run and run forever. I fell unconscious and he grabbed me by the arm and pulled out the needle that he shot in me. "Sweet dreams, hope you wake up."

I struggled to wake, no matter how I hard I tried. I finally was able to wake and my eyelids lifted up slowly. He was there. He was watching me from afar. I finally caught a glimpse of the chains around my wrists, around my waist, around my neck and around my ankles. I look up and see Remonda and Chamonda tied down to the cement floor. I wanted to scream their names, but my mouth was taped by duct tape. I looked to him, he smirked and came up close to me. His raspy breath in my face. He ripped off the tape on my mouth, I shrieked in pain, but managed to look back up into his eyes. "You... bastard." I managed to get out of my mouth. He spat onto the ground and smirked. "You're just like a rag doll. Filthy and uncontrolling, oh, and can't move." "All dolls cannot move." I spoke harshly. "Why did you have to tie 'em down too?" I asked and he shook his head, "You really are clueless, aren't ya?" "I have never known about you or why you want me." I hissed and then he looked heart broken, "You turned me down in high school, Melaina." "I still am in High School! You twit." I told him. He laughed, "Yes, as so am I. I might look like a 20 year, but I am only a child of wisdom." He smirked.

"You are 15?" I asked and he shook his head. "I am 16, I have always been a bit older than you, little Melaina." "okay, then refresh my memory, Aeron Freight." "It was a dance at school for year 8's. I had a crush on you, so I went to ask you out. You said no and then that really broke me. I was a handsome devil and fabulous at football. I was all a girl could ask for, but I was not your type." the memory flashed back into me. 2016, 20th of August, High school dance. "That was the past, it's now 2018." "Yes, and you will be in Year 10. You turned 15 last year." "That's right, so the dance was when I was in year 8. I remember now, I turned you down because I had a date already." "Y-you did?" He stuttered, "Yes, and HER name was Rianna Scotts." "Oh? So, you're a lesbian??" "Yes." I lied. I lied. I lied. I could not remember. I could not remember. I could not remember. I am bisexual, but I did not remember. I do not remember. "Very well. However, I don't believe you." "Fine, I am lying in your face. I do not remember still." I LIED. 

"I'll tell ya what. If you keep lying then I will slaughter you and your story ends right now in the middle of a sentence." He said while walking around me in a circle. "If you tell the truth then I will let you go." "You cannot do this. You cannot do this..." I kept repeating under my breath and for the first time in forever, I was so deeply afraid. 'This is stupid. Gonna kill me, eh? I would rather fake my own death.' "Fine. If truth is truth then I shall leave. If lie is lie then my head shall be cut off. I shall not lie, I shall speak of truth therefore, you will leave my head." "Who said that I was gonna cut it off? I was planning on something more sinister." "Like what?" He smirked, "Like chopping you into bloody, small pieces." "Fine." I told him boldly. "Good, now, let's see what truths flee from your mouth." I quickly glanced over to Chamonda and Remonda. "What about them? What will happen to them?" "I shall speak truth, but only when truth is given to me." He spoke softly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. "Then let the games begin." He smirked and spoke, "Okay. So, what room are you in right now?" "A cement hell home." "No, but you did speak truthly. Remonda shall be blended if you lie. That is my truth or was it?" "No, it was a lie. You love her." He started to blush.

"Oh really? How could you be so sure?" "Simple. When you said her name, you lit up. When you spoke the rest, you acted hurt and obnoxious." "Obnoxious? I doubt that is the correct word." "Oh, it is. You also acted lovey dovey." "Great. Excellent. You are the expert." He bluffed. "Now, you have spoken no lies. So, you better not lie this time for your sake." He cleared his voice and said, "If you were to say yes back then," Oh no, "what would we have done together." "Nothing, you bastard." "Ah, the truth, but what's with the overrated words? Are you twying to hurt my fweelings?" He spoke babyish. I then realised that the chains could easily be broken by me with my strength from my half zombie-clown. This time, it was me who smirked and then it all had finally seemed familiar.