Daddy put the blade on the corner of my mouth. He told me this was punishment for pouting earlier. I didn't know what he was doing, but, sudenly, I knew. Pain seared my face as he used the knife to pull on my mouth. I cried out and tears filled my eyes. "You should have kept that pretty, little smile on your lips," Daddy told me. A sudden need for my mother filled my head. I tried yelling for her, but it came out as a broken sob. Red, metallic liquid filled my mouth and dripped down my jaw. Then, the knife was gone. Looking around, I see Mommy wrestling Daddy for the knife.

That's when it happened. Daddy stabbed Mommy. Red went everywhere. I hid under the table, only to see my mother's lifeless body more clearly. I sobbed and looked up. Daddy pulled my from under the table. "It's all your fault. Mommy's dead." I saw what had happened. I never called him Daddy after that. Not even Father. Only the Joker.