A beautiful symphony of violins and cellos echo through the curved walls of my skull. I was now falling into a deep....deep...deep..deep sleep. What if it was all a dream? My eyes fling open, but I am only greeted by a dark abyss. My eyes were left strained by a sudden beam of gleaming light. I couldn't help but scratch at the itchy attire I found myself wearing; a flared gown lined with lace and satin. I stumbled towards the light only to find my ankles clasped in chains. "Ladies and gentlemen; boys and girls, I present to you my very own, Freak Show." I can't find the source of that voice anywhere. Applause circled me. "Bearded ladies, two headed pigs, snake boy, clowns, and sluts!" Where is that voice coming from? "I here by present to you, PORK-CHOP!"Suddenly it was silent and my body fell cold. I hated that god awful name. Pork-chop, my dad gave me that nickname when I was just an innocent little girl.
I was expecting something, anything? There was no laughter, no applause, nothing, I just got sheer silence. I was on a stage of some sort because now I can make out some facial features through the camera flashes. Wait a second, I know now. My body, its exposed and cold. I can hear it now, I remember when-
"Lets go Pork-chop, now," my dads voice was hoarse. My eyes now flung open. The strawberry foam in my now bloodied bath immersed my lungs. "I'm coming," I coughed up in a rut. My fingers clasped onto the edge as I tried to hoist myself out of the tub until my body suddenly collides with the cool tile floor. And there I was, falling into a deep...deep...deep..deep sleep. But what if it was all a dream?
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THE Angeler
Short StoryI find myself being submerged into the dark reality of her past...my past...our past. The sirens song only grows louder the deeper I fall into sleep. What if it was all a dream? Does he love me? Am I all alone? Well, this is the reality of our home...
