Sitting on the cold ground. This…White stuff making me cold. My brown hair scattered all over the place. I was scared. I was lonely. I didn't know where I was. I locked myself away. Away from the cold. Away from the world. It was cruel and scary. I nearly died. I was so different from the others. They hated me for it. They nearly killed me. So here I lie, broken and shattered like my friends were. But I wasn't dead. I was here, breathing ragged and clothes ripped. The snow behind me crunched under heavy weight. I looked behind me to see a red head. He wore a jesters uniform with a jesters hat. He had an earring on his left ear. I shivered even more as the man stepped closer. He put a hand on my damaged shoulder. I yelled at the sudden contact and pain. The man slowly dug his hand in the wound. I screamed as his hand grabbed something and took it out. The tears kept on coming as the man's other hand pat my shoulder as he opened his hand to show me a card. It was outlined in blue and had the word "Joker" on it. He gently griped my golden chain and brought it out, every action slower than the last. He brought the card to his lips and blew. The blood shattered as if it was nothing. He brought the card the dreaming my favorite chain. He took his hand under my chin and whispered something in my ear. "Come with me." He murmured and picked me up. One arm wrapped under the bottom of my knees while the other supported my back. I wrapped my own arms around his neck and cried softly in his shoulder. I was so weak back then. Soon I grew up and became a clock smasher. I made my own marionettes using numbers from smashed clocks. The marionettes were my family, Black and White were my family, We were family no matter how many times we refuse it.