The day that it happened was like any other. My parents were in side the tent practicing for the show tonight. Apparently the flips were to advanced for me. So instead I was outside messing around, the gypsies, that were supposed to be watching me, were too nervous about the show tonight to really care about what I was doing. But I didn't mind, sometimes I liked to be by myself, being the only kid in the circus and all made all the adults crazy protective sometimes.
At that moment I was running around chasing the birds when I heard two people talking. Being a curious little kid, I started to listen to what they were saying. But I shouldn't have. If I could go back in time, this would be one of the things I would change.
They were talking about killing people, to get even with the ringmaster for not paying them money. But they weren't talking about just killing anyone, they were talking about killing MY PARENTS. They heard me gasp. Frightened, I ran for it. To the safety of the adults who cared about me. I sat alone in my room for a long time. To scared to leave. But then, I knew I shouldn't be. I should be warning my parents about them, not sitting here like a chicken.
But when I got outside, I knew I was to late. The circus had already started, and my parents were next. I ran into the tent trying to get there, to tell them not to go. But as I got inside, there my parents were doing there act. At first I was relived, thinking that the guys had decided not to murder them. But the next second proved wrong. My father's rope snapped, right when my mother jumped to reach. They both fell, with their arms outstretched, trying to reach each other. I screamed for them. I screamed, terrified by what I was witnessing. The whole audience gasped before screaming with me. I ran to them, trying to reach my parents, to see if they somehow survived.
When I got there, I knew that they hadn't. There was blood everywhere, and it looked as if all of their bones where broken. I couldn't hold back my tears so I let them run down my face freely. I cried for a long time, holding my parents broken bodies. Even when the police and the ambulence came I wouldn't let go. They had to force my to leave, and I was kicking and screaming the whole time. They all felt sorry for me. They said that they know it's hard it's hard to lose your parents. But they were lying. They don't know. They will never know how I felt when I saw my parents fall to their deaths.