The Clown.

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(This song is sad and it really goes with the story so have a listen :D and also this may be TRIGGERING to some people)As i continue laughing i hear the front door.I  whip my head around  and stop no..it's my dad I have to man up  and take him.Don't show signs of weakness then he will know he's winning "Jack? what the FUCK are you doing you psychopath!?" i stare trying not to show fear  he walks over and slaps me hard i fall onto the ground because of how hard he hit me..I'm weak "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? FUCKING PATRICK BATEMAN" i breathe in trying not to cry "Your useless honestly why are you even born why can't my son  be normal Huh? all the people at work say my son is at football or getting a job and you..your a fucking psycho" he kicks my stomach "Wipe that blood of that face you shit" he walks away..i hold my stomach and groan i hate him so much! it's HIS fault I'm like this.I hold the sink and try to stand up my stomach's in pain! i struggle to walk to my room i get in and fall making my stomach get worse "FUCCCK!" i scream and roll onto my back i look up to see the broken glass i grab it and lift my body up i turn my arm over i stare at my pale bare wrist...i need to get this pain away i don't care if I'm weak...I'm not normal...i shouldn't be born.Tears stream down my face i breathe in and put the sharp object onto my wrist i close my eyes and  tear my flesh with the glass i can feel my arm bleeding i clench my teeth together and cut another part of my wrist i cut my other wrist once i get all the pain away i open my eyes to see blood staining my legs and the carpet of my floor i smile slightly at the sight of the blood it looks like a murder massacre..Hehe wait.. why did i do this? if Kimberly  see's my arms she will think I'm a freak......

///Friday/// Today  is the day I'm meeting up with  Kimberly I'm excited but scared if she see's my arms she will know the real me..~In class~ Today in English we are continuing writing our stories i love writing these it relaxes me, My story is about a man who is a killer and is obsessed with clowns He paints his victims faces with clown make-up so they can be happy like him,Because he suffers from depression and schizophrenia he decided he would work as a clown in the circus to make kids happy he never murdered kids though just the adults who were bored of him..it hurt him he just wanted to see people being happy so he murdered them and painted a big smile on their faces....that part is kinda personal i guess..my father once threatened me to put a smile on my face with a blade and of course i was scared i was 8 and innocent as hell.Anyway back to my story....he would fake his victims suicides or just bury them...he never got caught... "Jack?" i look up to my teacher Miss Wood "Yes miss" all the class turn's their heads around to stare at me i look down feeling slightly nervous "Would you like to read you story out to the class?" i gulp "N-no thanks miss..i-i'm not ready" she smirks and snatches the piece of paper out of my hand "The clown Killer by Jack napier" i nod everyone snickers at me"Psycho" One boy says i remember my dad saying that...I.AM.NOT.A.PSYCHO! Fuck him!..i'll fucking KILL everyone in this classroom i take a deep breathe and stand up "Please miss i don't want you to read my story" i snatch it out of her hand and sit back down everyone laughs at me "fuck you all" i mutter ~Next Class~ "Sir can i go to the bathroom?" my teacher stares down at me "Go ahead" i stand up "Sir he might commit suicide in there!?" everyone laughs and i clench my fist.I walk out of the class and i walk down the hall with my head down "Jack?" i look up to see Kimberly i smile 

 "Hey Kimberly you look..Pretty today"  i stare at what's she's wearing "Aha thank you Jack!" i stare at her "Your welcome" she stares at my face weirdly as she tilts her head "You look sad...something is obviously bothering you" i scrunch my eyebrows together...h-how does she know do i look that depressed? "I guess..but it's not nothing bad" i look down at my sleeves...Yes   IT   is "Alright..well..hey what about we sneak out right now because i think i'm actually doing something after school" i grin "Ok" we both sneak out of school...Together..I fucking love her why can't she kiss me and everything can just be better.

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