The Fresh King of Numbers

One day, in the 19th century I walked down the street to visit my son, I was just 18 and he was 2 and living with my grandparents, I went to him and hugged him, hoping my parents won't see the cut marks on my hands because I'm depressed.
I got depressed I couldn't take care of him, you see...I was raped by someone, a strange man with neon clothing and a strange red hat with some text in it, and he has really weird shoes as well, he said that everything we built will fall and from the ashes he'll build a better wolrd and then attacked me. The worst thing was when I discovered who he really was...and he became my biggest enemy.
I became so sad I decided to cut, my mother noticed the marks but before they could say anything I was killed by my biggest enemy, the 1960s - the 2010s
Category:Trolltrash
Category:Twist Ending
Category:Weird