This is written with my partner in crime, Bailey from twitter! :D (baileylambert12 on twitter). She's the person I'm writing "Falling Hard For You" with! :3 Anyway, I'm Adam POV and she's Tommy's. She thought of the idea and it accelerated from there! Hope you enjoy! ~

Adam's POV

I sighed, applying my make-up in the mirror for tonight's show. It wasn't anything really special. Cam was going to be doing her trapeze acts and Monte was going to magically disappear. The crowd went crazy for people that were considered freaks to just amuse the shit out of them. Everyone here had something off about them that ended them to come to the Freak Show in the first place. Either their families forced them here, or they came of their own free will. For me, I just kind of wandered into here and got caught up for my so called "disabilities". The ringmaster, Isaac, who treated everyone here like crap, found out about me and decided that I would make a perfect addition to his little sanctuary that he calls a circus.

"Adam, I still think you should escape…" Brad said, sitting cross-legged on my bed with his arms crossed and a sly smirk on his face. "You being under someone else's control just don't seem to suit your dominating exterior, Mr. Lambert…" The small man said and I sighed, sitting down next to him on my bed. He glanced down at me with those gorgeous brown eyes and I whimpered.

"You know, I wanna hug you so fucking badly. Nobody here will ever doing anything to me…I'm like socially deprived Brad!" I whined, falling back onto my small cotton bed and sighing deeply. "Like…If I even approach anyone they cringe and laugh at me. Am I that much of a freak, Brad?" I asked, sighing and shutting my eyes, willing back tears that threatened to fall. I was lonely. So fucking lonely. I've been in this Freak Show for about three years now, and the only person I've talked to is Brad, and I can't even touch him. He's not there. And everyone who sees me talking to him, honestly believe I'm talking to myself because they can't see him. I'm only capable of seeing his pretty and hurt face.

And anyone who is alive seems to have this grudge against me, but I've never done anything wrong! So I honestly don't know what crawled up their ass and died. I just want to be loved and touch somebody. Hold their hand and kiss them. I would love to do that to Brad, he's my only family, but it's virtually impossible.

"Oh, baby…" Brad said, placing his hand on my forehead and falling straight through. "SHIT! Being dead sucks…" he said, rolling his eyes and falling right now next to me. Brad Bell was my only friend in this hell hole, and he sticks by me, yes, but sometimes he has to go back to the dead for long periods of time before his ghost can return. And any of the other ghosts I see try to hurt or kill me. And the fucking sucky part is that they can actually inflict physical damage on me. When I was younger and I started seeing ghosts, this little girl appeared in my bedroom and she had a knife. Then one thing led to another and I have this bloody and bruised scar on my back; it goes from the middle of my shoulder blades and reached down about seven more inches after that. Sometimes it still stings when her presence is near, but for the most part, I've been able to control my Sixth Sense.

But not all the time. I'm supposed to be killed by some ghost one way or another. I don't know when it's gonna happen, but it's gonna happen, that's for sure…

"Baby, you better get going…" Brad said, sitting up and walking to my door. "I'm sorry babe, I gotta go back. I'll try my best to come back as soon as possible, I promise…" he mused, turning around. I got up and walked over to him, pressing my lips against his and pulled back, sadness coating my eyes. "Bye, Adam…" he whispered, walking through the door and vanishing, taking my happiness with him.

Brad use to be part of the Freak Show too. He was a trapeze artist that couldn't go into the sun. That was his special little "freak" talent. But when Isaac had a day show planned, he FORCED Brad to go into the light. So, he attempted to do his routine, but his skin was slowly burning and when his body couldn't take it anymore and the pain was too intense, he died during the act. Unfortunately, everyone that comes into the Freak Show is forced to sign a contract that binds their soul and body to this circus, meaning that even in the afterlife, you are still bound to this hellhole. And that's Isaac's power. That's why he became the ringmaster, so he can manipulate you into joining.

He can force anyone here and hypnotize your very soul. That's how he's gotten so many people to join. No one would want to do this willingly become a part of this tortuous fuckery. No one. That's why Isaac just has to look at you in a certain way and your very soul is under his command. It's amazing, the kind of talent and freaky powers you'll find in this place. Monte can do real magic and transport, Cam is as flexible as a fucking Twizzler, Brad couldn't go into the sun, but his "special" was that he could see through anything. I'm not as special as some of the people. Pretty much I can see ghosts that can kill me in my sleep and I need blood to survive…It's pathetic really because Isaac won't provide it and I need to have at least one drink every two days. So I either have to wait until a rabbit passes by my little cottage, or I turn into a blood thirsty monster. It's only happened once, and it's not a pretty sight, let me tell you.

Fuck me.

I sighed, getting back up and putting on my costume. I pulled up a pair of skin tight leather jeans. They were in a horizontal rainbow pattern. Over those I pulled up a pair of black lace up boots that were pinned with glitter and bright golden stars. I took off my tank top and replaced that with a black long sleeve shirt and over that, I put on a silver and glittery vest that I buttoned up twice. I got my fingerless black glitter gloves and put that on.

For my hair, I applied a hell of a lot of gel so it stuck up and was away from my face. I finished my make-up which consisted of jet black eye shadow in a smoky style, thick eyeliner, pink lip gloss and glitter (I have a thing for glitter). I got out my face paint and drew on a small green triangle a few centimeters under my left eye and sighed, leaving my mirror and walking out the door.

"FREAKS! FREAKS! Gather 'round, gather 'round!" That was Isaac. I gritted my teeth and shuffled over to where everyone else was gathered. The ringmaster was in the middle and he had a wide grin on his face. "Now, who would like to see the NEWEST addition to our freaky little family?" he hissed, glancing around. The crowed whooped and cheered, loving fresh meat to torture. I sighed heavily again, leaning against a pole outside and glancing from the back. "Now, he's an elf. I don't think we've ever had an elf before, have we?" he asked and everyone shook their heads or agreed with him. "Alright!" Isaac shouted, turning around and walking off to backstage. He then yanked a small man out from the nook.

My eyes wandered and I gasped, staring at the elf. He was in chains, just like everyone else that's new. Isaac can't trust you, so you're in chains until your first show. But was small, perhaps a few inches smaller than me, but he was beautiful. He had a blond fringe on the left side of his head and the other half looked as if it was shaven just recently. His eyes were a piercing brown and he seemed pissed off. That's when I noticed those elf ears that were point and expanded about three inches. The right one was pieced with a golden loop dangling from his lobe. His body was draped in loose fitting clothes and as my eyes wandered to his legs, I noticed a rainbow cat-like tail curled around his right leg. A small smile graced my features. But then quickly fell.

He'll probably hate me just like the rest of them. I was a social retard…so even if he did talk to me, I would freeze up.

I'm a fucking freak.