A/N: Ok so I was literally writing and outlining this story for like 4-5 months and then got super busy with school and forgot about it. I've already outlined the whole story(besides the very ending), written the first four chapters, and typed out the first three. So, on the bright side it would be pretty easy to finish if you guys like it enough. And if you like my story than please REVIEW, otherwise I'll get lazy and forget about it. But enough of my rambling, ON WITH THE PROLOGUE.
A Story Of Shattered Memoirs
Prologue - The Circus
"Where am I?"
A girl wonders to herself, as she begins to gain consciousness. She was in a dark room, surrounded by mirrors. It looked like the inside of a fun house at an amusement... But how did she get here? And why was she there?
"...Is that music?"
She wondered to herself, as she began to listen. It sounded like a theme that would be played at a Circus, and for some strange reason it gave her an eerie feeling. But then, she remembered where she was. She had been invited to go to the Circus by a couple of her friends. But, what were their names? Her thoughts were shortly interrupted, when she noticed her reflection in the mirror.
"Is that me?"
The girl staring back at her had long natural looking red hair, with bangs on the left side of her face. She looked to be around 16 years of age, and was wearing a school uniform. A flicker of pain then suddenly erupted from her right shoulder. She quickly snapped her head to look at the location of her pain. Her eyes widened as she saw what looked be a large gash on her right shoulder. She then turned her attention back to the mirror. That's when she noticed that the more she looked at her reflection, the more scars she noticed throughout her body.
"How did this happen?"
She attempts to stand, signaling a sharp pain in her knee, which causes her to collapse. The girl then re-attempts to stand again, her whole body shaking, as she began to rise. A wave of hope overcomes her, when she notices a flicker of moonlight seeping through a cracked door in the next room over. She stumbles to the door and exits the abandoned building cautiously. She was now on a dirt path surrounded by canvas tents. But that wasn't what alarmed her. What alarmed her, was an crowd of stone statues, scattered throughout the dirt path.
She limped over to the nearest statue, which resembled that of a little girl. The detail was absolutely remarkable. You could make out every freckle on the statue's face, and spot every individual hair carved on the small statue's head. She could see every fiber in the statue's dress, and all the threads in it's shoe laces. She'd never seen anything quite like it... But, what was that next to the statue's leg?
"Blood?"
Immense fear overcame her, as she looked around to see blood spatters and severed limbs spread throughout the dirt path. What the hell was going on? All of the faces on the statues looked horrified. The more she looked at her surroundings, the more grotesque images that flashed into her head.
Memories. She could feel them coming back. Not the memories of how she got here, or who invited her here. But the ones she's spent years trying to confide. Her whole frame began to shake as she attempted to repress the memories that were beginning to haunt her.
"Mom."
...
"Dad."
She begins backing up, but loses her balance and falls back. She lied there, eyes closed, completely lifeless. She lies there until a shadow of a figure standing above her overtakes her senses. She opens her eyes to look up and see a pair of piercing mahogany eyes, staring down at her.
"Found you."