A͟m͟n͟e͟s͟i͟a͟ i͟s͟ b͟o͟t͟h͟ c͟o͟m͟m͟o͟n͟ a͟n͟d͟ u͟n͟c͟o͟m͟m͟o͟n͟. S͟o͟m͟e͟t͟i͟m͟e͟s͟ i͟t͟'s͟ t͟e͟m͟p͟o͟r͟a͟r͟y͟, o͟t͟h͟e͟r͟ t͟i͟m͟e͟s͟ i͟t͟'s͟ p͟e͟r͟m͟a͟n͟e͟n͟t͟. T͟h͟e͟ p͟o͟i͟n͟t͟ i͟s͟ a͟s͟ s͟i͟m͟p͟l͟e͟ a͟s͟ p͟e͟o͟p͟l͟e͟ f͟o͟r͟g͟e͟t͟. T͟h͟e͟y͟ m͟i͟g͟h͟t͟ n͟o͟t͟ w͟i͟s͟h͟ t͟o͟ b͟u͟t͟ t͟h͟e͟y͟ d͟o͟n͟'t͟ a͟l͟w͟a͟y͟s͟ h͟a͟v͟e͟ a͟ c͟h͟o͟i͟c͟e͟ i͟n͟ i͟t͟. Y/n is a female who suffers from amnesia. She doesn't remember any of her childhood unless it was at a circus which is why she loves circuses so much. Now, she's waken up from a coma and was being retold her own story by a nurse. Y/n had wrote in third person for the sake of whoever found her story. Things were all cloudy to her so she just listened. But the question remained, was she really free? ⌦Some of you have read this before but for those who are new, this was my first fanfic ever. That said, it's also under extreme heavy editing as when first writing it, the story was extremely cringry with short af chapters. I might continue it if I feel like it once I am finished with the editing but for now it will just be edited and discontinued.⌫