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You wake up to the sound of your second alarm. You get up fast and go straight to the laundry room of your apartment to get your now dry and clean uniform. “SHIT SHIT SHIT I. GANNA BE LATE!” you say as you put it in your bag and get ready.
You put your after work clothes on, get your water, keys, phone, charger and wallet and small pocket med key put them all in the bag then rush out the door after locking it. ‘shit shit shit, I have to hurry!’ your yell In Your head hating yourself for sleeping in.
As you run you are forced to slow down because of the growing crowd blocking your way. You pardon and excuse your way thought the crowd till your looking at what started the commotion.
A man is yelling at this poor guy on the ground, surrounded by fallen papers on the floor he's picking up. As the man raises his hand to hit the guy you decide it's time for you to step in.
You rush in, putting yourself between them, as you grab his descending hand. “HEY! There's absolutely NO reason to get violent at a guy who's just trying to do his job liem every one else!” You as you let go of the guys arm. “HE'S APART OF THE CIRCUSES! HE'S DOING THE DEVILS WORK!” He said as if that was true and even if it is there no reason to hit someone for that.
You decide to speak your mind a bit, I mean what is he gonna do? Hit you? you can defend your self. Report you? like that will fly with the authority after openly assault someone with about 50 witnesses and cameras all around. Get you fired? Like the boss will let his best employee go for the word of another.
You knew he couldn't do anything, but to be safe you reach for your keys, showing your mace and high voltage taxer on your key chain. “you can't prove anything, and even if he was there absolutely no response to violent, now I suggest you leave before this actually get messy.” He backs away after seeing your protection.
You turn to the crown and shout. “HEY! you should all be ashamed of yourselves just watching and not doing anything. I mean seriously what the hell is with all of you! Now I think you should all be going now! You say as they leave one by one, clearly scared after seeing your weapon display.
You turn back to the poor man on the floor and finally get a look at him. He is wearing a red and black outfit. He kinda looks like a clown but also at the same time doesn't like one at all. He has a jester's hat that has three big folds. Is that what they're called?
You have never been to a carnival or a circus for that matter so you have absolutely no clue. He has a white mask that completely covers his face. It has a big grin and two eye holes. He has two black slips on each of his eyes. The one on his right has gone directly to his grin and the one on his left stops half way that leads to a tear drop. He has a cut on his mask and there is some blood splattered on his mask that your sure was not apart of his costume.
He is staring at you like he didn't expect anyone to cut in let alone help him. You calm yourself down for. Your burst of anger and with a small smile you give him your hand to help him up. It takes a long second before he accepts and takes your hand.
When he gets up you realize just how tall he is. He looks about 70 feet but everyone looks like that to you, mainly because you're 5 feet, but your 5 feet and a HALF so beat that!
You hate your mother even more now, but more than that you hate yourself for being the only one of your siblings to get your mother's 4 '9 genes, I mean you're like 2 inches taller than her so. You hate that that gives you a little hope for the future like you're not already 21 and have stopped growing at 18.
What were you doing again…or right this giant in front of you. You look down to see the papers that are still littering the ground and remember that he was attacked just for doing his job.
You crouch down to pick all of them up, you then stand and hand them to him, and he hesitates but grabs them anyway. After looking at his face and remember the mini med kit you always keep for this exact moment, well maybe not ‘exact’ per say but you get it.
You get it out of your backpack, open it and get a bandaid that already has triple antibiotics on it. You hand it to him then remember his hand had been on the ground.
You quickly pull it back before he could reach for it, and you feel bad because you see him almost shrink from seemingly teasing the bandage in front of him. You quickly put hand sanitizer on your hand to disinfectant them, then you ask him to lean down towards your face.
After he does that you open the bandaid and gently hold his face to put the bandaid on. “ There, sorry if that made you uncomfortable but I forgot your hand had been on the street and I didn't want it to get infected, anyways I'm not a medical personnel at all so if your head starts to hurt, I'd suggest you go to the local clinic to see a doctor.” You say.
You get slightly sad and mad at the same time, “ I'm sorry that happened, people can be really cruel, especially when they see something that they don't understand or that seems different. You didn't deserve that, nor do any of you co-workers. I mean after all you're just doing your job. I'm sorry this has been one of your first experiences in the town. It's a good, and beautiful area but the people can be less than pleasant.” You say.
You get the impression he is pleased with your answer, even though he is always smiling. You go to say something else but get cut off by your “almost late, so get your ass to the cafe” alarm. “ Oh God, look at the time! sorry but I'm also late! So bye, have a good rest of your day and stay safe!” You say in a rush as you put your med kit back in your backpack and rush off.
Little did you know, he watched your form leave and slowly disappear with the sound of his heart in his ears and a feeling of overwhelming love and fondness filling his soul. Now that he knows you, he needs you.
And now he will never let you go.