Circuscactus12 Stories

After my parents's death my anxiety became too much. My aunt just left me here. At my grandmother's I constantly begged her to let me go inside the garden, but her answer was always no. I loved the smell that came from over the garden wall. I could identify every flower tangled in the vines that covered the barrier separating me from the garden. I found a key hidden in a dusty corner of my closet. I wish I'd never opened the gate. Because what happened next not only changed my life, but their's too.