A Happier Ending (Completed)

Chapter 1: Mad Love

Every day is oftentimes the same. Full of sadness, sorrow, and misery. I can't remember when I first started feeling like this. Feeling like a tool for the world and feeling useless. Waking up only to find that I'm still here. In the same spot I've always been. I try to make life more exciting and joyful. I visit family on the holidays and smile as if I feel joyful too. But I feel no joy behind it. I feel bored and sad, and the idea of taking one of my knives within my kitchen and spreading it across my arms has crossed my mind.

The same thoughts occur when I stand on top of the buildings at work. I look down at all the people living the lives that they had been given, or forced into. Some look like they share my sorrows, and others look genuinely happy. And that happiness that they show makes me angry. It's quite interesting to think of tearing away all that's dear to them. They don't know suffering and are weak because of it, and I wish I could show them my feelings of sorrow so they could see how foolish they were too. To see that happiness and love don't exist. I find it so unfair and unfortunate to have been handed a life that only makes me depressed. I think of this while I'm sitting in the front office of the asylum and continue to fester in my thoughts.

Officer: "Quinzel, are you ready."

I look up to see an officer with a muscular structure, and although he has a strong appearance, he gives off a kinder impression. He is the one that will be escorting me to this mad man officially known in the papers as "the clown prince of crime".

Harleen: "Is it okay if I freshen up in the restroom."

The officer smiles and directs me to the facilities and I thank him kindly. I look in the mirror and put my hair up in a more professional looking bun. Sadly I had to rush and didn't come completely prepared. I button up my red shirt underneath and check myself in the mirror making sure to add a dark red lipstick at the end. I leave the restroom clumsily cleaning my glasses with my shirt.

Harleen:"I-I apologize for the long wait officer."

Officer: "No problem ma'am, right this way."

He leads me down a dark hall where we pass many prisoners in orange jumpsuits. Some screaming for freedom while others catcall down the halls which I timidly and angrily pay no mind to, and at the end stands a vaulted door with many locks as well as hand print scanners and an eye scanner which the officer proceds to use.

Officer: "Now since you're the psychiatrist do you want me in the room with you, or to stand outside?"

Harleen: "O-oh, well I'd prefer if I could talk with him alone, to gain his trust in a sense."

The officer looks at me In surprise.

Officer: "That's quite brave of you ma'am. Just pray he doesn't beat you with your own arm."

He says jokingly. I giggle nervously and he walks through the vaulted door, down another hall with me. This particular one however, holds all of Gotham's most fearsome criminals. I hear many sounds within the halls and see many with destinct abilities that undeniably belong to those most known in the world of crime. Such as the sound of a coin flipping, vines slipping threw the cracks of the bottom of a door, frost glistening on the window of another, and the angry sounds of a creature chomping on the remains of an animal, sounding as that of a crocodile. Many others exist in these cells, and they all catch my interest. But none can compare to the clown prince.

Officer: "Alright, so you should be safe. We've made sure that this freak is pretty well chained up, but just in case, keep this on you at all times."

He hands me a small object that appears to be a button.

Officer: "Press that and I'll come running to your rescue. I'll be standing right outside the door."

Harleen: "Thank you sir."