When I close my eyes, I see Clowns dancing towards me. Fuck! I hate clowns. They're holding something in they're hands. "A razor? Is it really that time of the month? Well let's go." As I walk to the bathroom, he come up and put his hands on mine. His face doesn't seem familiar but I know that I know him. "Don't do it" he says. I remove my hand from the doorknob. "Life is better with you in it. Don't leave me."