Your parents were abusive and never cared for you, they adore your older sister Sam but they hated your guts.

on Christmas Night your mother got so tired of you, she beat you almost to a pulp and threw you outside screaming at the top of her lungs saying horrible things as you cried. Your father just watched with a drunk smile.

You had to walk down the road to where she couldn’t see you, you sat On the curb sobbing, after a bit you looked at all the Christmas decorations put outside of peoples houses..through windows you can see happy family’s.

You felt a grip on your shoulder, you sniffled and looked up..art the clown was Smiling at you..his smile was rotten and he had a Santa bag but it smelled moldy and rotten.

He gently wiped your tears away with the smile…you looked down and saw a finger in his boot..he saw your eyes travel and he flicked his finger at you.

He looked at you wondering why you weren’t at home celebrating Christmas.

you sniffle, he gently patted your head and smiled..he saw the bruise on your neck..his face grew dark.