(Once again, art is not mine. Found on internet. Enjoy this shitty story! Oh, and it's Bonnie's pov now)

"I-I... " I said, then I took a deep breath and started to tell the story. 

*Flashback time* *About seven years ago*

My brother and I were in the park, we were playing a game, probably house. I was always the mother, but I never complained about it. My brother and I were really close. But while we were playing, my brother stopped and stared behind me. "What is it brother?" I asked, I was confused on why he stopped and was staring behind me. He started running behind me, and that's when I turned around. There was a man in all black. He had a gun. He was going to shoot me, I realized that after a minute. Then he pulled the trigger. Suddenly my brother was standing in front of me, smiling, crying, and bleeding out of his chest. "Be strong for me, I love you, Bunbon." He said, as he died.

*End of flashback* (Bonnie has a really sad past)

"I'm so sorry Bonnie... I had no idea..." Foxy said, looking terrified and saddened. "It's fine..." I said, trying not to look at the sad face he was making. It made me want to cry when I did look at it. "Can you tell me about the photos that were on your locker now?" I asked, clearly making Foxy uncomfortable. "Y-You don't have to you know." I said, seeing that he was uncomfortable. "No, it's fine. I pushed you to tell your story, so I guess I have to tell mine." Foxy said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

*Foxy's pov* *Flashback to twelve years ago. Foxy is four*

I was sitting in my room, playing with my toys, when suddenly my mom burst into the room, drunk and she started to beat me. Why she was drunk? I don't know. When she passed out, I went in search of my father. That was a big mistake. He was drunk as well. He also started to beat me. This happened daily.

*End of flashback* 

"Oh... my... god..." Bonnie said in shock. He then looked pissed. It's scary. His eyes turned black with white pupils. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THEM!" Bonnie shouted, which got the attention of his mother. She ran into the kitchen screaming. "NO JURANDO EN ESTA CASA BONNIE LERES WEXLER!!"(NO SWEARING IN THIS HOUSE BONNIE LERES WEXLER)  His mother screamed. But then she saw his eyes. "Oh mierda."(Oh shit) She said, stopping "Bonnie carino, calmate." She said, running over and hugging him, rubbing his back. "NO. I WILL NOT BE CALMED!!" Bonnie screamed, getting angrier by the second. "Bonnie, it will be fine." I said, looking him straight in the eye. (How you be straight while looking into his eyes, Foxy?? Lol just kidding) Bonnie calmed down immediately. "You sure I don't need to kill them?" Bonnie asked me. "Yes, it'll be fine. Besides, I want to torture them first." I said, starting to smile at the thought. Bonnie's mom had stopped after I got him to calm down. She was just sitting there, with her mouth wide open. But then I said 'torture them first' and she snapped back. "Who?" Ms. Wexler asked. "My abusive parents..." I said, looking away. Ms. Wexler took out her phone, and asked my address. "Um.. 531 Little Lane... why?" I said, confused. She then proceeded to call someone. It was the police. A few hours later, I was in questioning. "Do you have any proof that they abused you?" I pulled out one of the photos that I had grabbed off my locker before Bonnie could see it. "Here." I said. This particular one had both of my parents beating me, my 'mom' was kicking my stomach while my 'father' was smashing a bottle over my head. I was lying on the floor. The police took it and inspected it. Then I was dismissed. After a few days I was called back to the police station. They knew that the photo wasn't photo shopped now and arrested my drunken 'mother' and 'father'. I smiled, and waved at them. But then I thought about where I would stay. The smile was replaced with a worried look. "Bon... where am I gonna stay?" I asked, as I turned to face him. "With my mom and I of course!" He said, very cheerful. My smile returned, even larger than before. After a quick trip to my house and a bit of unpacking I was moved in. I was so happy. I knew that Ms. Wexler would love me like I was her son.

*A few days later* *Bonnie's pov*

I had gotten used to Foxy being here everyday. It was like he was my brother! But then again, it's so hard to look at him without blushing. I can't believe I've started to crush on him! He isn't even gay! (What about the bi people, hMmMmM?? Ok I'm going to stop now.) I'm kinda depressed if I'm being honest. I just wish I had the courage to tell him that I like him. Every time I try to, it comes out very stupid. Like this one time... "Hey Foxy!" I said, about to confess. "Yeah, Bon?" He asked, turning around. "I-I love...... FRIDGES!" I said, freaking out at the end, losing my confidence. Foxy looked a bit hurt after that. I was a bit confused about why he looked hurt, but I didn't pay any attention. I started cutting after that, not being able to deal with it anymore. I always made sure everybody was sleeping before I cut though, I don't want anybody catching me. I don't want them to worry about me. I'm not worth worrying about. It was midnight, almost one am when Foxy walked into my room, catching me cutting. He just stopped. He started to shake and cry. He just stared. All I could do is sit there and stare back, blood dripping on the floor.

*Foxy's pov*

I woke up to smell of blood at around one am, so I went to check it out. I followed the scent to Bonnie's room, and I walked in and saw him cutting. I just stopped. I started having flashbacks of my past that I forgot existed. The parts of my past I didn't want to remember. The ones with my sister in them. I stood there, shaking and crying staring at Bonnie while the memories flooded my mind. But then the memories stopped but, one more memory played.

What memory will that be?? And who is Foxy's sister?? All will be revealed in the next chapter! Good-bye.