freakshow

maybe thats what you're used to

As his grip tightens around my throat, I saw my mother. Why didn't she stop him? Why.

Row 5. Seats 21 and 22. My mother brought me to this freak show for my birthday.

She's been acting weird all day and this is just the cherry on top. My father was killed just last week.

I was the one who found him. His head was bashed in and his insides were on the outside. I haven't been the same since.

I can't feel anything. When we found him, he had a note in his hand. All it said was "Freakshow". What kind of sick joke is that? When I heard about this show, it made me think of the note.

That's why I wanted to come. I need answers and I need them NOW. Quiet music starts to play and the curtains come up.

The show is now beginning.

~sorry for the short chapter. more coming soon~