The Honk in the Dark

It was there and then, that I had lost the only person that I ever cared about, In that barn, near the door, with the cubblewood fence...

I didn't expect that one day this would happen, I knew that at some point he would have to leave, why did he have to leave on my birthday? I didn't even get to say goodbye to him

But, on the very small bright side, since he's gone it means I won't have to share my birthday cake with anyone anymore. I won't have anyone to play with though either, so it really sucks. Why, why'd he have to go?

They always called him funny names, like "imaginary". But he was as real as a rainbow. And like a rainbow, he has disappeared. So now I had to learn to live without Clowny C. Clownington, Esquire.

Until today when he texted me at 3am saying 'yo u up?'. That was Clowny written all over. Looking for a booty call. But enough was enough. I was not falling for this shit again. Fuck his stupid drunk texts. "Clowny, I hate you!" I screamed. A distant honk could be heard.

Closer and closer it grew, reverberating through the darkness. I felt my skin tighten with goose flesh as I ran to close and lock all the doors and windows. But it was too late. The next honk I heard came from inside the house. All I could do now was hide and pray.