'911 911

Santa clause is dead

Rodolf got a twenty-two and shot him in the head'

'Barbie doll Barbie doll

Tried to save his life

But Mario from mexico

Stabbed her with a knife'

The boys along with my brother who sat on the couch not far from the piano chuckle at my crazy song.

 "Geez Resa, since when did your christmas spirit become so bitter?" Danny snort when i finished playing the piano.

 I shot him a blank stare "Since the day you and the rest told me Santa doesn't exist" i remarked. 

"You're still on that one, that was what ten years ago? So what, you were still going to found out. So we did you the honor of telling you first" He shrugs, not caring that it hurt my feelings that time.

How can you tell a six year old santa clause doesn't exist. It isn't fair.

Even though I'm sixteen now, i still feel devastated. I mean come'n I've been good that whole year.......trying my best to be good when i was little."It still hurted my feelings" i grumbled.

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"Boohoo, cry me a river" Danny mocked, i grabbed the closest thing by my side and threw it at him. With his fast reflex he caught the porcelain doll, giving me a glare then a smirk.

"Damn your fast reflex" i scowl.

"Hey kids let's go build a snowman" Uncle Tony came barding in the living room all dressed up.

His shoulder length dirty blond hair put in a high ponytail.

The boys all looked at Uncle Tony like he was crazy.

"I'll grab my coat" i said brightly.

Not because I'm old enough to have a boyfriend means i can't make any snowman like old days.

"What?" He asked

"You just asked three grown man if they wanted to go build a snowman" Robin, one of Danny's close friends with curly red hair, looked at him skeptical.

"And so?" Uncle Finn said "And last time i checked you guys aren't even twenty yet"

"I am" Ian chipped

"Except for Ian"

"But still" Danny agrued.

I didn't hear the rest of their argument. After grabbing my coat and all i dragged Uncle Finn.

"They think they're grown ass men, in my eyes they're still little pups i used to carry on my back" he huffed. We gathered snow together in the middle of our backyard, putting the bottom of the snowman.

“Lil cub?” Uncle Finn grabbed my attention

“Yes..”

“Whatever happens promise me you'll fight it” he took a step closer to me, his face wiped out from any emotion.

His skin started to look sickly pale.

Fear crawled under my skin as it started to itch.

 “What do you mean?” i took a step back, ready to make a dash for it

 His dark sharp eyes stared at me with enough coldness that could've freeze.

 “They are coming for you little cub” He whispers, and then crumpled to the snowy ground 

 After that i ran up to him and called for my parents for help.

 Somehow i couldn't tell them what he told me, it was as if something was holding me back strangling my throat the minute i said a word about it.

Uncle Finn woke up and he couldn't seem to remember what had happened before he blacked out.

I don't know if i should feel relieved or even worried. But i just pushed everything at the back of my head.

And it was probably something i shouldn't have done.