Freak Show

Dear Young Headmaster

I awoke with a bad headache. I don't even remember falling asleep last night. I can't believe what I had done. I killed innocent people. No, I thought to myself. They tried to kill us. I was a fighter: a protector and a hero.

I sat up and looked around. I saw a dark silhouette of a person standing by the door.
Hey - I whispered. I saw the dark figure move towards my bed. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that it was Jessica. It looked as if she was crying.
Come with me - she whispered, sounding aggressive but upset, trying to keep dominance in her voice. I got off my bed and went after her. She seemed pretty upset. Why? And what did she want with me? I was confused, but I kept my head up high. I was a fighter. I'll look for her weak points if she tried harming me. But she wasn't in any state to fight me. So what?

By the time I snapped out my thoughts, I saw that we were standing in a big office. It had a big chair in the middle with a desk, and clowns by the door. There was a young man, about the age of Jessica, seated in the chair.
He looked straight at me and his gaze gave me the shivers, it dignified power, and not a small amount. I kept my dominance and kept looking in his eyes, telling him to back away, and he did. Wow. Just then I realised where we were. The headmasters office. He owned this place.

Why was I even here?