I remember the show, I remember entering the 'abandoned' building with my friends, I remember the crowd, all dressed in black, the darkest kids of the city. This deadly deadly city. Everything before entering was fuzzy, fuck most of it was really fuzzy. But sometimes I lay in bed, trying to remember what my life was like before they stole me away. I remember living with my mom and stepdad, three brothers, hell they probably gave up on looking for me. I remember having a group of friends, all claiming to be goths. Freshman goths.. I remember my dog, I hope he's still alive, I want to hug him first once I get out. But I remember the show perfectly. I remember sitting in a middle seat on the right side, I remember the little 12 year old kid in front of me, scared shitless. I remember everything. Every scent, every sound, every stare in my direction from the circus members. Cirque du Oblier, french for forget. I remember meeting my new friends for the first time. I remember the albino man taking his way on stage, red eyes looking in my direction as he spoke the following words with almost too much enthusiasm. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Ghouls! Step Right Up, Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction of delight! Horror! Fantasy and terror! Your every wish is our command! Your every whimsical desire brought to life. But I'm warning you...There's always a price! Welcome to the greatest show UNEARTHED~!" And the curtains were pulled apart, letting the first few freaks out on stage. I kind of ignored alot of the first ones, but me being a guy, noticed the bird girl's act. Nothing interesting, just some flying around, some other shit, but she was naked the whole act, and I was stupid for not noticing the pain and fear in her eyes back then. Then the most boring dressed girl ever walked on stage, her hair was in a ponytail, and all she wore was a tank top and sweats. She had that fancy face paint shit everyone else had, but she looked way too casual. I remember watching her intently, wondering what her talent was. I remember watching as she turned and spit on the wall behind her, but the spit was a deep red. No, it was blood, and it was webby. It looked like a blood spiderweb, it spelled out words though, spelt out "Alive." She turned and her eyes morphed from blue to a deep purple and she opened her mouth, slowly spitting out more blood onto the stage. She had a complete set of fangs through out her mouth. She grasped her hands together, only to pull them apart, revealing a new web, dangling from her fingertips. This one spelt out, "Dead?" and she laughed a little, staring right at me, before running back behind the curtain. I remember the fear I felt, wondering why they all looked straight at me, then I remember her skipping up on stage. Her hair reached to her ankles, all a silky yellow blonde. She wore a typical "lolita" dress, that style from asia or whatever, that goths there wear. She stopped right in the middle, and stared straight at my direction, before losing her cool and laughing. Her eyes were two colors, I remember that perfectly, I still see those eyes every day. One was blue, one was green. I remember her laugh, and then scream, "BERRY FUCKIN NIGGA YOU GOT BLOOD ALL IN MY HAIR!!!" The people around me started whispering, but I couldn't help but laugh. I realized up in one of those box things, sat the ring leader, accompanied by a woman, who looked alot older than most of the girls in this show, who wore a dress resembling a spider. The white haired one stared at the girl on stage and moved his mouth, shaking his head. Suddenly the girl got quiet, and calmed down, setting down a suitcase she carried, and pulling out a weapon, a cleaver.
"Rag Doll Join Me." She said in an almost monotone voice. I remember watching her eyes, the insanity almost jumping around in them, as a girl with grey skin and multicolored eyes jumped onstage. There were stitches all over her body, and I now noticed all of the performers had matching tattoos on their collar bones. The grey skinned girl stood beside the blonde, and smiled at the crowd. I remember watching as the blonde talked, "OKAY SO!!!! I'M GOING TO SHOW ALL OF YOU LITTLE FUCKING WEEABOOS HOW TO KILL! BUNNY STYLE!" She winked, and held up the weapon, whispering something to the "rag doll", swinging the weapon back, so the handle faced foward, and jabbed it into the girl's chest, blood squirted out from her chest, and it appeared as though she screamed in pain, but her smile showed laughter. I remember watching as she swung the weapon again, chopping off the right arm, and pushing her down to the floor, swinging the arm around by it's sleeve. The screams were gut wrenching, tear jerking, but almost too fake. The blonde began laughing, and some of the audience laughed along with her. The kids with real emotional issues. Blood now covered her hair, her dress, her face, and the kid in front of me emptied his stomach right there. Then she left, dragging the body with her. I don't really remember the rest of the show, all I remember was when I was about to leave, the ring leader grabbed me away from my friends, dragged me backstage, and knocked me out. When I woke up my heartbeat was really uneven, but It was still there, he told me I had exactly a year to decide if I want to go back to humanity or stay here, and join the Cirque. I had a tattoo, a blue eyeball, that moved. I remember meeting Heather, she was like me, but she wanted to go back to humanity, while I wanted to stay here, but I befriended her, and agreed to join her. Fuck. She had the matching tattoo, only hers was on the right wrist and was green.
Now here I lay, in my bed in this underground home we all lived in. So many demons, two midlifes, and one human. Suddenly, my door opened up, and in peeked a blonde girl, hair in a bun, eyes matching mine and Heather's tattoos. "Yo Trent you motherfucker, you wanna go out tonight and help me hunt?" She smirked and I nodded, feeling unnaturally happy. "Yeah, sure..." "OK WAKE ME UP AT 6 PM EXACTLY! I'M GOING TO BED!"
That was Bunny, she was insane, she was confusing, she was a fucking mess. We argured nonstop, she threatened to kill the remaining ammount of humanity I had, she made me bleach out her bathroom weekly, she forced me to wear Cat ears, we pretended to hate eachother one second, and love eachother the next, But she was my friend. And I was glad to have her in my.. 'life.'
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