1 year ago it was just me and my mother, my father left us because we were poor and not good enough to him. Me and my mother were going through shitty lives and then she....she shot herself. I was alone for weeks intel my father picked me up and brought me to his home. He treated me like a fucking slave, he hits me,makes me do his work, swears me out.....and calls me useless. I finally snap and grab a knife and cut his throat open intel he bled out in his sleep. I ran away to the woods crying and thinking I'm all alone, But then I stop and see some tall guy that looks like a black and white clown with a pointy nose crying. I was confused so I walk up to him and say "hey. Are you ok?". He turns around fast and sees me. We both stare at each other for a minute then he says "your...your not scared of me?". I replied "no. I'm not". He smiles and pats my head and walks away. I say "wait. Can u....can u help me..I...I lost my family and a home....". He chuckles and replies "follow me". We both walk and I kinda stare at him but he looks my way and I look away fast. He smiles and we walked up to a...
To be continued
