The freak show has awlays been the only home I've ever known.
My parents sent me here 10 years ago to stay with my grandma Elsa Mars.
I was only 13 at the time, at that age I was young and wreckless. I didn't care about anyone or anything. My parents lectured me constantly about how I should focus more in school.And behave like the sweet innocent little daughter they always wanted.
But it just wasn't in me to do as they asked. I mean it's not like they ever made time for me anyways!
My dad was an alcoholic, and my mom was a workaholic and a slut. Having constant affairs with many men on the side.
But all that aside, I eventually stoped going to school and started hanging out with a group of people who I thought would always be there for me. But instead they branded me for life! And I mean that quite literally.
You see, back when I would hang out with those pricks. They would do alot of drugs, snort alot of things, take alot of pills.
As for me, I may have been rebellious but I sure as hell wasn't stupid! I would never take any of those damn drugs.
But since I wouldn't take them willingly, they made sure I would get them into my system somehow.
One night while we we're hanging out, they handed me a drink and I didn't think anything out of the ordinary about it.
But once that drink hit my stomach, I fell to my knees and completely blacked out.
When I woke up again, I was in my own bed and felt so Frekin nauseous!
But I was also in so much pain on and yes I mean ON my stomach!
When I pulled up my shirt and looked in the mirror, I nearly screamed at what I saw!
It was coverd in multicolored, still bleeding, painful, tattoos.
Tattoos of all different designs, poorly drawn stars, a broken heart, skulls, and the word freak!
I was so hurt, and betrayed and figured that I could tell my parents so we could do something about it.
But once I showed them my stomach, they both got angry. And blammed the whole damn thing on me!
I tried to explain to them a thousand times, exactly what happened. But neither of them Believed me!
They just continued to go on and on about how it was all my fault because of how rebellious I was.
So without hesitating, ny dad wrote my grandmother (Who I hadn't seen since I was 3) and asked her if I could live with her.
Next thing I knew, I was packed and pretty much shoved out the door. Without even as much as fucking goodbye.
As I sat there waiting for my ride, I didn't cry. I had no emotions left.
Soon enough, my grandmother's car pulled up to the house. When she stepped out, I expected an old religious lady who would be mean to me.
But instead she was the the most glamorous, and beautiful woman I had ever seen.
"Nora, my beautiful girl, come to Grandmama" she said with a smile and held out her hand.
I smiled for the first time in a while, and took her hand.
She put her soft hand to my cheek and kissed my forhead. I got into the passenger seat and smiled all the way to the little town of Jupiter Florida.
Where my new life was about to begin.