Addicted

Chapter 27

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☀︎︎Potty mouth

☀︎︎Self deprecating speech

☀︎︎Suicidal thoughts

☺︎︎Enjoy

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Joker

"Daddy?" She whispers. "What are you doing?"

Lucy. 

She told you to take care of Lucy, not run from responsibility like a coward.

I don't recall asking you.

Your approval is not required for my input. I'll say what I want.

I said shut the FUCK UP!

No. You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself.

YOU LITERALLY JUST TOLD ME TO KILL MYSELF.

I forgot about Luce and Olli.

Oh so you have nicknames for them now? You little piece of shit. Go away.

NO. THIS IS THE LAST TIME I WILL TELL YOU. YOU ARE NOT GIVING UP. I'M NOT ALLOWING IT, END OF DISCUSSION.

I shake my head, disgusted.

WHAT IF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS FOR REAL? HUH? YOU GONNA DO THE SAME THING?

I beg your pardon?

I don't know why I even bother preparing you for these situations. You're spoiled, ungrateful, used to a life of money and fame, and as much as you want to pretend you're invincible, you're WORTHLESS. A piece of misogynistic trash that doesn't deserve the love Harley gives you. All the times your father hit you? Deserved. All the times those boys at school called you a freak and threw rocks at you while walking home? DESERVED. EVERY SHIT THING THAT HAPPENS IN YOUR LIFE IS DESERVED, BECAUSE YOU, THE JOKER, ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A WORTHLESS, SELF ABSORBED PIECE OF TRASH THAT SHOULD BE DEAD!

"Stop," I murmur. The voice keeps going.

Petty, possessive,

"Stop it," I say desperately, pulling at my hair.

Manipulative, lying, spoiled,

"STOP," I cried loudly.

Pain causing, selfish, disgusting-

"STOP!" I scream, slapping the sides of my head. "STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALO-"

"JACK!"

I whip around, crazed. Lucy is glaring at me, hands on her hips. As I watch, she crumbles to dust.

The knife I was holding dissolves, then the table, then the room falls to pieces around me and disappears, and all of a sudden I'm in my bed, thrashing frantically. Harley is staring at me in horror. "Jack?" She asks, trembling.

I stop dead. "Harley-?" I ask, voice cracking. "You're- you're alive? But- how?"

She stares at me. "Jack. It is two-thirty in the morning. How could I be dead if I haven't been anywhere since 4 P.M. yesterday?"

Oh my god, it's only been an hour since I fell back asleep. That means-

I grab for the TV remote and turn it on, flipping through channels till I get to the news channel. Nothing about a bank robbery, nothing about Harley Quinn. Oh, thank fucking god.

"What has gotten into you?" She asks, staring at me, confused and concerned. I turn the TV off, sinking into the bed, the mania that had possessed me not even five minutes ago gone. My heart rate returns to normal, the voice silent. My breathing slows back down. 

"I cant begin to even explain it," I say, "but let's just say that a dead crow fell out of the sky."

"A dead crow? That's a bad omen," she says, looking concerned.

"Baby girl, I know all too well."

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