Dear Reader, this is my first fanfic written on here, so please criticize me...in a nice way. Don't be afraid to be harsh, though.
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She did not remember waking up, but it all felt so real. It all felt so familiar, like a word on the tongue that hasn't been spoken or a fantasy in the mind that hasn't been relished.
She pulled on her colorful uniform and placed the decorative headpiece upon her crown. Everything was set. She was ready to begin.
Walking out of the dressing room, the girl greeted the leader of the arena. The ringmaster tipped his tall, chimney-shaped hat and stepped aside to let her reach her place, her place to begin.
There was something strange about the arena this time. Was it the swirling colors or the piercing lights that seemed to shine brighter as the time passed and it came closer to her moment? Her moment to shine. She shrugged off the discomfort and began to climb the steep ladder to her mount.
Looking out into the audience all she could see was seven of the same face staring out at her. No. This cannot be. They cannot be…
Now she was facing the narrow cord that she had walked down so many times before. There was a whisper, a sigh, a cackle. Sisters.
She reeled back and flipped around with some uncertainty to face her face, the face that they all shared.
"Why are you here?" demanded the young woman.
All seven of the faces looked back at the same time all of the laughed the same high-pitched laugh, her high pitched laugh.
The faces faded away, and did another face appear that was even more ghastly to her than the other seven faces.
"Mother?" she whimpered.
"Ry Lee, darling." the all too familiar face smirked.
"Mother my name is.."
"Be quiet young one!" the woman snapped, "All of you are the same!"
"No!" the girl cried, "I am not the same! I am not the same!"
"So you can balance? Maybe you can do a few tricks. You are not indifferent. You will never be special," her elder sneered reaching forward and grabbing the young woman by the shoulders, "You are exactly the same."
The woman thrust her back and she tipped off the podium. Her net was gone. What remained was a boiling pit of fire.
She braced herself for the fall. Sinking, dipping, dying.
"You are all the same."
Darkness.
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Alright, tell me what you thought! Please.
And tell me who you want the next nightmare to be about. I might not follow through with your idea if I have a calling, but I'll see what I can do. D