Laughing Jack, My Sweet Clown

Where It All Began

         Walking along the lonely street. The rain came down down like Heaven's tears, and it wasn't letting up at all, and if I didn't want the incident from last night between my mother and I to happen all over again, I needed to hurry. I looked down at my appearing bruises and slaundered cuts and shuddered. I was an abused child ever since my father left us, and my mom accidentally killed my brother, Jeff. She didn't mean to, it was the drivers fault. But ever since the funeral, which I was seven at the time, she started being negletful, abusive and hateful since then. He was only six when he died, and he would be sixteen today.                                                                                                       I was trying to rush home from the library, although thirty more minutes of studying for the exam would've helped me bunches. I walked up to the front door, and slowly entered. I poked my head inside only to have a whiskey bottle thrown at me.                                                                                                       "Where have you been, worthless daughter of mine? Whoring yourself off?" My mother asked cruely. I shook my head and scurried upstairs. I silently cried until I hear her footsteps coming up the stairs. slowly they creaked and groaned under her weight.

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                It wouldn't be long now before she got to my room, and probably kill me off. I panicked and jumped out my window and ran. I ran into the forest and deep into the thundering of the night.                             I could've swore she was behind me I heard footsteps, and faintly ringing enough to make a person insane, was my childhood song "Pop goes the Weasle" but creepier. 

"All.. around the mullberry bush..

The monkey... chased the weasle...

The monkey thought.. it twas all in funn...

POP! Goes the weasle..."

                It's motivation made me run faster and faster and faster until.. I reached some sort of circus. It was all black, white, and grey with the prizes like the stuffed animals were hanging from nooses, and the creepier version of "Pop goes the Weasle" ran around every corner. Then I seen figures coming from various places. They were Childern!!! Maybe they could help me get back to town! I called out a couple times but the didn't respond. I almost tried again but a horrific discovery led me not to.                                                                                                                                                                            They were mutilated. Mutilated in such a gruesome and terrifying way I couldn't imagine possible. All their insides spilled out of them, or what was left anyway. And the openings of the intestines every once awhile dropped candy. Their eyes and most of the teeth have been pulled out, and their stomachs spilled with candy of all sorts, almost like a pinata. I nearly threw up till they started on "Pop goes the Weasle" just as creepily, and passed me by. I tried exiting out of the circus but no matter how hard I tried to get away, I couldn't.                                                                                                              I was going insane! I couldn't even go back the way I came, so I was hopelessly lost. I started to cry, and slumped down to my knees. I burried my head in them until a gothic clown of some sort spoke my name. "Willow, I've been watching you an awfully long time... My lovely bride."