Make a Wish

Meeting.

Roo's little yellow head popped through the curtains to tell me that someone wanted to see me. A fan, most likely. I hoped this one was not a squealing teenager or an over-obsessive person. And, of course I hoped that this special someone is not a fan of flower fucking crowns, cats, pizza, & overturned crosses. A small huff billowed in the fog & I watched as it disappeared into the atmosphere. That sigh was either from annoyance or seLf-pity. Pity that I had to be stuck here on week ends to entertain mostLt the TV-educated & internet fiends. Subconsciously, the umbrella that shielded me was closed & tossed aside.

I didn't want to meet anyone today. Then, I realized I did. Whitie. I asked Roo Roo to call her for me so that we'd meet. I was interested in meeting her, I reminded myself. She seemed nice. Was it her who sought to meet me? I'd be delighted to have a conversation with her. A small smile finally graced my lips as I strolled into the small buiLding known as the freakshow. Here, odd creatures with bizarre taLents are exploited. The freaks of the world. The abnormal. We were like a petting zoo except much more... complex. I guess that was the right word for it. The diverse, the strange, the unusual, foul, whatever shoe fits the most.

Behind the curtains was Ms. Danielle Ray, wife of the man behind this whole show. She stood behind the counter if oddities, clutching our five-legged dog. Two young ones stood on the opposite side of the counter, admiring whatever we had to show for in awe. I liked children. They were sweet & innocent. They were foolish in nature because they were little. Children were nothing like the adults who acted as if they were children. Adults did things on purpose. Children had no clue. Children don't mean to be the way they are.

Roo & Whitie seemed to have a nice conversation going on. Or, it was Roo talking & Whitie standing awkwardly above her. Whitie was tall, an emaciated shock of white. She wore a black puffy skirt with a frilly layer underneath & green bows with small buttons glue to the center clung on her skirt. She had her Manson shirt tucked into her skirt. Striped green & black tights covered her long slender legs. I looked at her arm. There were some visible scars, cuts & bruises that made her look even more unhealthy. She had a visibly sharp bones & her hands were almost skeletal. Even without moving her fingers, her metacarpals showed. She had multiple bracelets that hung from her wrists loosely, one of them was a thin silver bracelet with a small crescent moon charm. On that hand she held a stuffed me's arm. Mini Morgue dangled like a corpse hanging from a tree, dressed in little combat boots, black pants, & a coat. One of its button eyes had the same makeup as I wore. Whitie's makeup consisted of black round makeup & blush. She had no lipstick on. Her eyes were wide & her eyelashes long. She had red eyes & that made her look like a frightened albino rabbit. So fragile. She looked like a doll, so innocent & childlike.

I walked over to the bubbly clown & the young white rabbit. Roo Roo Looked at me. I dismissed her with a look on my face that told her to get the fuck out. She winked. I nodded at her & she left with a smile, leaving me with Whitie.

Whitie started shaking. She was a reminiscent of a bunny. A white bunny with red eyes to be precise. An albino bunny. I saw one in the woods before. It was white & it was shaking. It was scared & seemed frail. I remember...

There was a tree house up in the scary looking woods. I was nine at the time, isolated from society & home schooled. I went out at night & the sun had already came up. I didn't know the way home. But I knew I wanted to get out of there & meet someone new. He wasn't lost or scared. He liked it in the woods. Besides, he was used to being on his lonesome.

The little Morgue stumbled upon a small rabbit. It sat on the snow & it looked like it would pass any minute. I knelt down to examine the white rabbit, then it began to shake in fear with its eyes resembling all the qualities of a frightened child... just like the ones in the movies. The little me never met anyone other than the people he met at the circus about a year ago. Everyone there was oLder than he was. There was a girl about the same age as him, but they never talked. She was always hiding. If she wasn't, she was performing. Little Morgue approached the tiny creature with caution. To him, it seemed like the rabbit knew his intentions were pure. He just wanted to befriend the tiny ball of white fur & glowing red eyes.

Though it was an odd looking creature, he found it rather cute. After all, he was a fool for all things unusual & a sucker for any type of new friend. He decided to name this creature ''Whitie."

"Hi, Whitie." The little boy cooed to the ball of fur as he slowly reached for it. Soon enough, the boy was holding the creature in his frail arms. He got to hold the bunny! This made Morgue smile & coo more to the bunny & the bunny stayed calm & stopped shaking.

And, the flashback was over. That was how Whitie reminded of... Whitie. I didn't remember what happened after I held the bunny or if/how I got home, but I knew how to make this Whitie feel more comfortable.

I approached her slowly. Somehow, Whitie's round red eyes grew wider & she swallowed a lump in her throat. Maybe, if I just approached her she'd be so overwhelmed that she'd start shaking like that rabbit. I smiled softly at her then she seemed to ease a little. This made me more comfortable knowing that she's okay. I now stood before her, an inch or so underneath her towering height.
"Hello, Darling."
"...Hi..."

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