When a psychopathic clown decides to wander into your life and tear it apart, you start to forget about the little things because the big things become much bigger.

You didn't take the washing out? There was a literal bomb in your front room. You forgot to call your boss to tell him you weren't coming in? You had to get ten stitches because Art bit you too hard whilst he was 'letting off some steam'. You hadn't noticed your period for a while...? It's been a hard year, you've probably stressed it away or been too busy scrubbing blood to notice your own. It's fine.

Art seemed to be all over you recently which was the absolute worst. You couldn't get anything done with him dragging you back down to the couch or to the bed whenever he could, only really moving so he could go make food- not complaining because he was a pretty decent cook, you just didn't trust what he made- and anytime you complained that you were uncomfortable, his eyes would light up. Fucking freak.

His arms were wrapped around you as you watched the little girl colour on the floor, you and Art lying on the couch together- well, you being held captive by his arms. Everything felt quiet which was funny, it was never quiet when they were around, they were always doing something that made a lot of noise even if they didn't speak, it was nice. You felt your stomach cramp up again, like someone was squeezing your organs in a vice or something- maybe it was your period finally coming...all at once?