{1} Webbed Heart *Peter Parker* ✔️

Freak In A Circus

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The glass box he's held in seemed bigger than what Madeline had hoped. But the room surrounds the scrawny boy, trapping him in an inescapable prison cell.

The smell of chemicals fills her senses, almost burning her eyes and sinuses.
All she could hear was the sound of her scattered breathing as she stepped closer to the three-inch thick plexiglass cage. Her heart—beating at what seemed to be one hundred beats per minute—pounds in her chest.
It only stopped when she saw her brother look up from his state of mind. His eyes were glazed over and raw from tears spilling over his face and his lips were chapped and bleeding from dryness.
All of this, seeing Harry in the state he was in, almost wanted to make Madeline break down and cry in front of him, in front of everyone.

But she didn't. She kept her legs straight from wobbling down into noodles and gripped onto the sides of her pants legs.

Her feet, wearing white converse, stopped at the yellow and black striped line. The line that separated at least three feet from her and the glass box. This line was mandatory just in case of any sudden outburst coming from the insane person on the other end. Some scientists had said that if you crossed the line, Harry would become fairly irritated. And once that began, his feelings of irritation would only incline.
But Madeline didn't want the empty space between her and her older brother. She wanted to hug him, comfort him, and to say that he was going to be okay.

Madeline's words try to come out, she tries to rapidly think of what to say, but nothing comes to mind.

Harry lazily looks away from her, slouching down against the glass wall he leans on and shakes his head slowly while closing his eyes, "Why are you here."
He breaks the silence between the two, his voice was cracked and short. The once tough and proud voice that always made Maddie feel confident, was gone.

Madeline tilts her head to see what Harry is looking at. The long tube, connected to the machine outside, continuously flows the cure into his neck. He knows what the cure is doing for him, and he doesn't seem to care about what's happening either.

She clears her dry throat in a quiet tone and tries to muster out the words, "I wanted to see you."

His eyes squint daggers at the girl, making her fidget. "You..? See me..?" Harry's crazed eyes stare into her broken heart as he tries to get up from his small bed. He walks over to the glass, dragging the tube behind him like a tail. His scrawny legs try to carry him over to where he wants to go but his bones are too frail and he ends up staggering half way.

"Of course, Harry. I care about—"
"—Don't say it." He says through his teeth, projecting saliva that falls to the ground. "Don't lie to me."