My name is Nothing

My name is Nothing.
At least, that’s what The Clowns calls me.
I slip on my clothes and stumble down stairs. The Mrs.Clown is getting ready for work while The Mr.Clown reads the paper. As if I am a ghost, they stare through me and I slump into the chair at the table. The Ms.Clown tosses a breakfast plate in the direction it thinks I am. I reach out and catch it. Lies again. I think to myself, “Is there nothing else to eat in the world?” I pick the word love up and bring it to my mouth it tastes bitter, but it is needed to survive.
At least, that’s what The Clowns say.
I swallow the word and reach to pick up a trust, but an icy hand grips my wrists. The Mr.Clown stares at the fresh rips in my skin and for a moment, I wish I could see its face. I stare into the mask of X’s for eyes and a joker grin. The Mr.Clown releases my wrists and seems to resent me for being allergic to the lies that I am fed. I finish my breakfast and catch the bus to CircusSchool.
As the buzzer for class starts, I sink deeper into my chair. Ms.Clown checks attendance. CheerleaderClown, JockClown, SuccessfulClown ect. I fade into darkness and I am called. “Nothing” The Clowns giggle. Ms.Clown starts to pass out plates of lies and the door opens. Someone glides into class. Someone is new, and it sits next to me. I see Someones eyes…and they look like mine. No X’s, but eyes round and deep..just like mine. Someone recieves its plate of lies. The Clowns are already eating theirs. They are not allergic. The lies dont put painful cuts on their bodies like mine. A whole plate of life. Just when I was about to eat the lie, Someone whispered to me as It handed me a salt shaker. Someones breath was sweet, but I couldnt place the smell. I sprinkled whatever it was on my plate and ate. My arm stopped bleeding and cuts turned into scars.
When I went home, I found a letter with the salt shaker in my backpack. “Hope”