It was a cold winter night and the snow was falling gently from the sky, each flake glittering as the moonlight caught on it. The snowflakes danced down to the earth.
So gentle, so delicate.
So pure, so white.
So pretty, but so cold.
Everything has a bad side.
There was boy standing in the whiteness of the snow covered streets, the mounds and thin layer of snow so pure. His blood red hair was the only colour to stand out in the streets. He was covered in bruises, dry blood and dirt. He wore rags that were tearing and didn't keep the warmth in, causing him to shiver.
The boy with the blood coloured hair showed no emotion, after all, what was there to smile for? The boy had been beaten and called names for most of his life. The boy with the red hair only had one name.
Red.
Red's POV:
I had live at the circus for most of my life and was always was beaten by Cosimo, daily too. I did little jobs that the adults couldn't get off their fat ass to go and do themselves but that was just my life. I became so use to it all that I could no longer show or have any emotions on my face.
That evening the Ringmaster wanted me to go hand out posters for the circus. Which I just agreed to because there was no point arguing. So I went to hang up the circus posters.
As I was walking along the snow covered streets I wasn't really paying any attention to where I was walking and walked straight in to someone. I fell to the ground and dropped all the posters I was holding, causing them to scatter on the ground. I looked up to who it was and it was a girl with blue spiky hair. The girl was wearing a school uniform and had dark purple eyes.
She was with a tall man, that helped her up. I got up and looked at the man he was wearing a black suit and had long dark purple hair, tied back. He looked at the girl and looked towards me before saying in a calm voice "Sorry little one. May we help you pick up them?"
I just looked at them before saying in an emotionless voice "No, I can pick them up."
I started to pick them up when the girl interrupted me and said "What is your name? My name is Road."
She smiled at me but I didn't show any emotion and just answered her question.
"My name is Red because I had never had a name and that is what people call me at the circus."
Road just looked at me before saying in a joyful voice "Well it was nice to meet you Red but we have to go. Goodbye."
I watched them walk away and continued to hang up posters.
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