Prologue

I was pulled out of my day dream by his voice. His voice...Even though he was singing about some rubbish "piss with ink" concoction, I was hypnotized by his voice. I've never heard anything like it. It was raw, pure, and so beautiful my stomach did flips.

I stared at his face. He had a fairly round face, I could tell that he was around my age. His skin was terribly white and ashy, he was too skinny, his clothes were torn and raggedy, his hair was long and platinum blonde, and his face looked dirty, like it needs a good wash. It was weird. He looked so dirty, yet his voice was that of an angels.

When the rude man with that lady interrupted him, I frowned. He suddenly looked very worried, and I didn't understand why until that obviously fake Italian man came out and treated him horribly. The man that was so rude to the boy challenged Pirelli to a shaving contest. Pirelli called the boy back onto the stage.

Toby, his name was. I liked it.

I suddenly held my breath as I watched what happened next. When Pirelli sharpened his razors, he was cutting Toby's fingers...on purpose. I wanted to cry, I felt so terribly for him. He was probably a poor bastard child, prisoned by that cruel man. I held onto my mums hand tighter, as I watched the man Pirelli begin to shave the mans face. The boy was frantically cleaning the razor off every time Pirelli raised it, as if he would be punished if he did something wrong.

Soon, the contest stopped. Thank god. The strange barber with the white streak in his hair had won. I felt panic, because I knew that Pirelli would be very upset for losing. My dark brown eyes widened as big as dinner plates when Pirelli roughly pushed Toby inside the tent. To my horror, you could hear yelling, hitting, smacking, whipping, and my dear angel's screams...My mum and I quickly hurried off, back to our house. I couldn't stop hearing his screams.

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