Joker [[2014]]

†Chapter Six†: Horrible Kids

"What a loser. Can't even stand up for your own damn self, pathetic" the sound of his father's voice echoed in his head.

"Ya know if you were more like that guy you were hanging out with, maybe you wouldn't be such a little priss Ozwald. Bloody fucking hell, can't even stand on your own two feet without tripping over yourself. Get out of my face you twit before I knock you over" 

With that said his father pushed his son out of the way and carried onto his chair in front of the T.V with a six pack of beer under his arm. 

Ozwald stumbled back a few steps before slightly lifting his head up to look at his father walk back to his lazy zone. He let out a sigh. Always! Always! Did he have to be in Valiclan's shadows! He was never good enough for his father. Now being at eighteen and his father still didn't notice him. 

"Nerd! Fucking freak!" was heard being said outside. Cracking of eggs were heard as they were being thrown against the house windows. "Hey you little shits!" Ozwald's father roared, getting up from his seat and stomping over to Ozwald. He grabbed the boy by the back of his head by his hair and dragged him to the door.

"You get your little ass out there and be a man! Clean this crap up too! Then get your dumbass to school!" he yelled as he pushed Ozwald to the door. 

Ozzie didn't say a word as he went out there obeying his father's commands. The teenage boys destroying his house with eggs and toilet paper laughed and threw the remaining of the white spears at the stick-like kid. 

They laughed and high-fived each other making rude comments toward Ozwald before leaving. The poor boy sighed, clenching his hands into tight balls of fists. He then went back inside to get cleaned up, slamming the door to his room. His father had come a few minutes later pounding on his door. Asking him if he did what he was suppose to do and why in the hell was he slamming doors, but Ozwald ignored him which made his father go into a rage. 

He blocked out the man's bickering by turning on the shower and washing off the rotten eggs from his body and hair. After that was done he walked back into his room and blasted some music to further annoy his father. It almost completely blocked out the screaming and pounding of his bedroom door.

Ozwald shook his head violently in order to shake off some of the water droplets dripping from his raven black hair. He then sat on his bed and looked around his room for a moment. He was already late for school but he didn't mind about that. The only thing on his mind now was..well everything besides that.

His father's screaming grew louder as he began threatening his boy. The thoughts in Ozwald's mind began to race. Everything was building up inside of him. His hand flew up to his ears trying to block out the sounds of children taunting him, his father abusing him, all the laughing. It sounded like circus clowns laughing. Each one of their faces where faces of clowns trying to make a fool out of him. The mental and physical abuse of it all was beginning to be to much. 

Then his eyes went wide as they looked over to the four cards sitting on top of his desk. He shook his head trying to reason with himself, but the thought of them all paying brought so much pleasure to the boy. Slightly his head tilted to the side as he eyed the demonic clown smile on the joker card. Ozwald had an idea and it was a naughty idea. Very naughty. Though he tried to put those thoughts away and lock them up. He told himself many times before that he wouldn't kill again, he would stick to small things instead of humans. The thoughts though, no matter how hard he tried would always find a way to slip out.

He started drying himself off and walking over to his closet were he pulled out a wrinkled white button down shirt and a black vest along with black tight dress pants. His shoes were made of black leather like the gloves he wore on his hands that exposed the tips of his fingers and black painted nails. Last to go on was a skinny black tie that hung loosely around his neck. It wasn't his normal look, but seeing that his clothes needed to be washed this was the only thing left.