I had always had my hair long. Cutting it short to me was always scary in my eyes. Cutting it short meant you could never do anything with it. Besides, I had always found that I looked good with long hair. I had blonde, almost white, wavy hair that reached just above my waist,now clinging to my face making my sputter. I had very very pale skin, almost looking albino. I had two different colored eyes, one blue, one green.
I had always loved my eyes. They made me look as if I was special. I had a somewhat skinny frame. I didn't really eat that much but I wasn't weak either, having some muscle in my arms and legs. I was currently in front of my mirror, trying to tame my hair. I put it into a high pony tail and put a large round black hat on the top of my head, matching my black dress. I never really liked colorful things.
Last night I had gotten an offer from a woman named Elsa Mars. I had almost no money left, no job, I was about to lose my apartment. I had nothing left here. It was a strange offer she gave me. She offered me a place to stay at her own Cabinet of Curiosities. She knew something was different about me. She didn't even have me show it to her. I didn't think I could yet and she respected that. I had my things packed and she was downstairs with a cab right in the front. It was strange to leave. I had been in New York for at least three years now. I was leaving it all behind. Just like how I always did.
I looked at myself one last time before putting on a pair of black sunglasses and black cardigan. I must cover my back at all times. I had to. I picked up my last suitcase and with one look back at my empty room, I walked out and downstairs. I walked downstairs and saw Elsa lighting a cigarette by the cab. I didn't know how I felt towards this women. She didn't seem trustworthy but yet she did. I didn't know yet. Maybe I would soon. I put my suitcase in the trunk of the cab. I only had two suitcases and a small bag. I didn't have a lot of stuff. I didn't have anywhere for me to put it.
I walked around to where Elsa was standing and she smiled at me.
"Ready?" She said. I don't think I could ever get used to that accent of hers. I nodded. We both got into the cab and we were off. I looked out the window. My apartment building started to move away, fading into the background. I sighed, looking at my lap.
"Why so glum my dear? You are on your way to a new life!" She said. I turned to her.
"I don't know. It's just this sudden change of things. I guess it's getting to me." I told her and she smiled at me. She took my hand in hers.
"It's alright dear. Everyone gets frightened. All you have to do it push threw." She said chuckling. I smiled. I knew it more than anyone.
I had never been to Florida before and I was excited to say the least. I heard it was far more humid and hot then any other state could ever imagine to be. I could handle the heat. But what I didn't know I could handle was the whole reason I was coming here in the first place. I was going to a circus. A Freak show. I knew I shouldn't call it(as Elsa said many times), but I couldn't help it. I knew I was. A Freak. It was just in my nature and I have know it all my life. I was not particularly ashamed but...it didn't feel good.
It only took a day to get from New York to Florida. It felt quicker. It seemed in my times of stress life seemed to go quicker rather than slower. I guess it could be counted a blessing but stress was stress no matter which way you put it. We were soon in Jupiter. I followed Elsa everywhere, staying behind her as if to shield myself from the eyes. We arrived there in a cab and as soon as we got out people turned their heads in our direction just as soon as we let our feet touch the floor. I didn't like attention. I really didn't in any shape or form.
The town looked small. A town where everyone knew one another. They smiled and waved just as if they were all neighbors. In New York, people wouldn't even give a glance at the person next to them if it didn't involve fighting. I did like that aspect. That people here seemed at least a bit friendly. But I knew never to judge a book by it's cover. If you did, you were in a hell of a lot of trouble. Elsa seemed to know I was nervous and smiled once more. She took me by the arm and started to lead me away from the town.
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damaged • jimmy darling
Fanfiction"Your damaged...just like me." Lisa Adler. A runaway. But most of all, different. This is what catches the eye of none other than the famous Elsa Mars. Lisa ran away from home at the age of 16, living on the streets, only surviving from stealing...