Wendi

Shiny little psyco

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The occassionally not so shiny truth about me (Wendi). I was born into the circus my Father was the finest sharpshooter in the whole verse and my Mama was the greatest acrobat ever to grace the sky. I was their little doll and the doll of the whole circus, the clowns would dress me up and I got to learn from everybody the ways of the circus, and my father taught me how to shoot like him, and my mother taught me to fly like her, and the others showed me so much more, I even learned to pull a rabbit out of a hat, but then the bad people came and they killed everyone but me. I tried to fight them off I punched them and I kicked them and I bit them and tried to claw their eyes out but they just threw me off and kept on killing everyone. I found my daddy’s gun and I shot them, I killed a bunch of them so I know they can die, but they still didn’t kill me back, and then they left. The government tried to help me out, but a lot of times bad things just happened, and a lot of people died, so I had to go someplace else, but a lot of bad things happened so I had to move a lot. It was kinda funny no matter what happened no matter how bad it was no matter how many other people died, it didn’t ever kill me. I guess I’m lucky like that.

 

You know so many people have died around me they call me the angel of death, they even did a special on me on the news show. They said some not so nice things about me, but they were pretty people telling the stories. They should have said how lucky I was, that’s what the doctors said, that I was lucky, they even said the make-up might have had something to do with it, that’s why I wear it. I know some people look at me funny, but it makes me feel safe and protected, the doctors said it was harmless on my release papers. 

 

They released me when I turned 18 and was deemed ready to rejoin society. I think they were running out of places to send me (winks). And since then I’ve rejoined society, despite what news specials might say.   Oh and I’ve occasionally killed a few bad people cause ya know, those bad people all gotta die.

 

Ok the truth though is kinda sad, there are a lot of really bad people in the verse, and I just don’t know what to do, or where to go. I’m sure it will be alright, I’m lucky, but so many bad things happen, it’s hard to figure out how to do what’s right. I miss the circus, but this place is nice.