WHO AM I?
I park my car by the roadside. In case I didn’t mention it before I drive a 1958 Blue Convertible with Black stripes. Cool right? Yeah, I know. I leave the warmth of my car and start walking into the woods, all by myself—towards the old circus. I can hear the sounds of crickets, frogs croaking, insects buzzing around. I'm not with torchlight, but I can still see. I guess that’s one of the perks of sneaking out once in a while. The distance of the circus from the roadside isn’t that far, so I get there in less than 3minutes. I've always been able to think here. I have no idea why and I come here anytime I get in a fight with my Mum.
I walk deeper into the woods. The circus hasn’t been used in over 10years, it closed down or the authorities closed it down or something like that. An incident happened that claimed the lives of people, or at least that’s what they said on the news. Memories come rushing back from when my Mum used to bring me here when I was younger, before the incident happened. I guess I kind of grew into loving this place.
I begin to get this feeling I'm being watched. You can call it my sixth sense, I've always been able to sense when bad things are about to happen before they happen. First, I get this stir feeling in my stomach like I'm going to puke; then the bad thing happens. The last time I got this feeling was before my babysitter had a heart attack. I hear footsteps behind me; this brings me out of my trance. I look behind me, I see no one. I check behind the tree, around the area I heard the footsteps. I find nothing. I check my phone for any missed call from Taylor or my Mum or anyone who gives two fucks about me—Instead, I see 8 messages; 7 from my Mum and 1 from Taylor. I ignore my Mums text and read Taylors text, it says:
"Going to be late" It’s not like I'm surprised or anything. This is Taylor here, I can’t help but smile. Then I get that gut feeling I'm being watched again. I look up and surprisingly, I see a strange woman—dressed in all black, looks like she’s in her late 20s or early 30s but damn, she’s hot—shame on you Jay, I say to myself! You find a strange woman in the woods and you're gushing about how hot she is. Still trying to process the fact this woman is staring at me, she talks:
"You shouldn’t be out here on your own, by this time… Dear nephew" I open my mouth flabbergasted. How do people I’ve never met in my life know my name?
"Who are you? How do you know my name?" I ask her. The strange woman laughs hysterically as she walks towards me, my heart beats faster and faster like it’s about to pop out of my chest.
"So it is true, you really don’t know who you are, what you are—I’ll do you one, I’m your aunt" She observes as she edges closer to me while I walk backwards trying to get away from her, without looking behind me. When I create a good distance between me and her I hit something huge, for a minute I thought it was a tree until I looked at what I hit exactly. It isn’t a tree or a thing, it’s a man; a horrible looking man. He’s about two times the size of Dwayne Johnson with an ugly scar that cuts right across his face. Could my night get any worse? So I summon the courage to ask:
"You’re not my aunt—who are you? What do you want with me? Why can’t you let me go?" Her face lightens as I ask these questions and a smirk appears on her face.
"My name is Rebecca Knighte and what I want is you.” I'm dumbfounded. This woman, this Rebecca Knighte, what does she want with me? Why is she calling herself my aunt? I don’t have any, why would anyone want me? I'm not special; I’m just a random bozo. In that moment a billion thoughts come running into my mind and I can’t help but ask.
"Who am I?”
***
“Who am I?” I ask this Rebecca woman, she grins mischievously and as she’s about to say something. Two men appear out of thin air with Taylor, I can’t believe my own eyes. I stare with my mouth opened, dumfounded.
"Lady Knighte, we found this human lurking around” One of them says as he drags her with him, Taylor looks up, spots me and run towards me. Expecting one of them to stop her but surprisingly none of them did, I hide my shock and whisper words of comfort to her—I have no idea what I’m doing.
“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” I whisper to her and wrap my arms around her; I can feel her shivering in my arms if I didn’t know better I’ll say the cold is getting to her; but deep down I know it’s not the cold.
“You're safe now, they won’t hurt you. I promise.” The words flow out of my mouth seamlessly even though I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. Knowing I just lied, I look at Rebecca and the evil grin is still on her face like she can read my mind.
“Puny humans and their emotions—hello little girl, does Mommy know you’re here?” Rebecca asks Taylor in a fake Mommy voice and she whimpers when she realizes she’s being referred to. Taylor’s Mum died of cancer, everyone knows that; well everyone except this idiot. I try my best to make an evil face, in a matter of seconds her grin disappears. I guess she took the hint.
“Let her go, I’m the one you want” I say, with the feeling that isn’t going to happen.
“She’s not going anywhere, neither are you; you’re both coming with me" Rebecca says.
“It’s going to be okay.” I whisper to Taylor, she looks at me, smiles like she’s trying to make me feel better.
“I'm okay, I'm not scared--” She says softly trying to hide the fear in her voice, I know she’s lying but I say nothing instead I draw her closer to me.
“—you should be” Rebecca barks.
“Let her go, I’ll give you anything you want.” I offer Rebecca while praying to the stars she’d accept my offer, I should’ve known better. Instead the evil grin returns to her face.
“Brave, and stupid; like your mother—you’re going to give me what I want, whether you want to or not” Rebecca answers without giving a second thought to my offer, damn. I heave and say my prayers silently. Taking her attention off of Taylor and I, she faces her henchmen, they're huge too; but not as huge as Scarface. Yep! You heard me right, Scarface; that’s what I'm going to call the bulky guy my back hit.
“Chain them up, we're leaving” Those are the last words I hear before something or someone hit me, I wouldn’t know for sure.
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