This is something I wrote on the last day of school in my English class, my teacher was more than worried when she read it .
I do not own the cirque du freak…..yet…in some other timeline.
()=thoughts of Shancus
[In that final moment before death a million thoughts run through your mind. You perceive everything in the universe and filter it in the nanosecond of death.
These are the thoughts of shancus von.]
Chilled anguished screams emanating from his throat.
CRICK!
CRACK!
His neck was snapped.
His eyes glaze over.
His breath runs out.
In the distance he hears his father shout. (Distance? Wasn't he standing right in front of me?)
"YOU BASTERD!" he screams with pure hate between anguished sobs.
My thoughts grow still and my vision is getting dark.
That laugh.
That horrible laugh is like something worse than a bad guy.
Daddy always told me that some things were evil.
This had to be it.
Then I realized why he's laughing, I wish I hadn't.
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He killed me.
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And now he's laughing about it.
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I want to scream but I can't seem to open my mouth.
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Goodbye daddy.
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Goodbye uncle darr—
The fates are cruel.