The smell of rust all around. Happy laghter out side the curtain suraunding me. That dreaded laughter gav me chills every time i would here it. Children running without a care, parents chasing after them. Smell of popcorn trying to mix with the rusty smell around me. I cant see, not only because of the darkness saraunding me but also because of the blind fold over my eyes sperring me the judgemental glares of the people behing them. Why must it be me in this situation, i never asked for this. I wish i could just run, run away from here never looking back. I would run untill my legs gave way right from under me, even them i would cuntineu to crawl. I would use every ounce of energy i have in my body to get as far away as i can even if i drop dead, at least i would die free.
an elephant could be heard in the backgroung. It wasnt a happy elephent either, a sad sound i was used to hearing from this place. Outsiders were always happy here but for those that are forced to call this place home are never happy. The horrors of this acursed place give me nightmares everynight, although it is the day that i fear. I cannot sleep for i know if i do the day shall begin much quicker. The dreams that one wishes that they could never wake up from are nightmares in this case. I would rather live in my nightmares than this hell whole. I live in a prison but worse. Am beat on a daily basis, sometimes starveded for making one simple little mistake or diffending my self. I honestly believe that am losing my mind in this place. Years of torment cant be hidden away with one simple frase. Tomorrow will be better. Its been thirteen years and i have yet seen tomorrow get here. Its been the same damn thing everyday. Am sick of today when shall this better tomorrow get here.
The shows about to start first the elephants sing their sad songs cordinated with their dance. I hear that their pretty good at balencing on each other. ive never been able to see them since am the second to last one to go on. After the elephents are done the trapeise artists go on I have no idea what they do but the tigers go on after them, its sounds like they really hurt them. Theirs others that go on after them but i dont know who. I go on after the dancers when their last minute of preformence is almost up someone comes to get me and am chained and pushet out on to the stage. The ring master anounces to the audience. "Here before you is the one and only creature freture in all of the world, shes real, shes monstirus, and she poseses one of the most beutiful voices in the universe." that is my kiu to sing. I want to run but the chains on my hands and feet are to heavy to be able to get anyone safe in time, so i sing my own sad song. The chearing crouds now dead silent as they take in the strainge sight infront of them. The horns on my head, my big claws, stainge looking legs, the wings and tail druping behind me, but mostly the stiching all over my body. Am glad to have a blind fold on that way i dont have to look at their terrifide faces as i sing my sad song as perfectly as i can. I am a freak, an outcast, a circus monster.
