Their Little Princess (Joker&Harley Daughter Fanfiction)

What am I?

^^This is what her eyes look like
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Waking up with a pounding headache has never been the most delightful thing. So when I opened my eyes and the light streaming in through the the windows caused me immense pain, I wasn't very happy. Rolling out of bed I sit up and hold my head to stop the world from spinning around me.
What happened? I thought as I tried my hardest to remember how I ended up back in bed and what I was doing before that. Standing up slowly I waddle my way to my bedroom door and swing it open. Immediately I hear voices coming from downstairs. I follow the sound of talking until I can start to hear what they were actually saying.
"... she seems to have another entity inside her."
"What like a ghost?"
"Not exactly."
"We think it might be like a split personality of hers." I stop walking when I hear that.
A split personality.. what does that even mean?
I decided to make my presence known to whoever was downstairs by pronouncing each step I took down the stairs. I could hear the talking stop all together at one point and it didn't resume again. Reaching the bottom of the stairs I come around to the living room where I see everyone sitting. And I mean everyone.
        Looking around at all of their faces I see one thing in common, they all looked scared. I looked at them with a confused face but as I was looking around I caught the sight of myself in the mirror. My eyes. They were pitch black.
         I screamed loudly as the shock finally set in. My screams rang through the room and finally snapped my family out of their trance. Mommy and daddy rush over to me, as do Uncle K and Aunty Ivy. Mommy reaches me first and pulls me into a secure hug against her chest.
         "It's alright suga' you're alright," mommy started to say as she held me against her trying to calm me down. It was only then that I realized the screaming I heard was my own. Soon daddy was there too with his arms tight around me. It didn't take much longer for me to calm down and stop screaming. My breathing was still a little uneven and my hands were shaking but other then that I was ok.
        "Babydoll, we have something we wanna talk to you about," daddy says as he pulls away slightly so he can see my face. I nod at what he said and was helped up by daddy, only then realizing at some point I fell to the ground.
         Standing up on shaky legs, with the support of mommy and daddy, we make our way over to the couches. We all sit down together as mommy periodically strokes my hand and whispers sweet nothings in my ear to keep me calm.
        Nobody said anything for a little while. We all just sat in the silence, almost like no one knew where to begin. Finally getting my thoughts in order I decided I can't stand the silence anymore and need some answers.
        "So what exactly happened? How did I end up in my room? What were we doing?"
        Everyone's shocked faces didn't sit well with me after I said that.
       "Wait, Trixy, you don't mean you don't remember anything from before you woke up?"
        Uncle Freezy asked as he looked at me intently.
        "No, I don't remember a thing. I try to but it makes my head hurt to even try."
        The look on his face was anything but comforting.
        "It seems to be able to suppress your memories," he says as he looks away from me. Everyone looked shocked at what Uncle Freezy said and then had an array of emotions around the room.
Hahahahahah
        I flinch at the sudden laugh that rang through my still throbbing head. Who was that?! I thought as I held my head at the ever growing pain coming from it.
Or what was it?
I gasp as I heard a voice speak out but, as I look around the room no one reacted like they heard it except me. Am I going fully crazy? I thought.
No
I wasn't expecting a reply to my thoughts so I jumped slightly. Then it dawned on me. The thing in side me that they were all talking about. Is this her?
Mommy suddenly turned to me and grabbed my hand tightly. I turned to look at her and her eyes were as serious as I've ever seen them. That look. It didn't bode well with me at all. It's like she knew something about me just by looking at me.
"Suga' are you alright?"
At her question everyone turned to look at me and it was only until now that I realized they were all talking the whole time.
"Yeah, I-I'm alright," I say in an attempt to sound normal. She didn't look convinced by my words. The more she stared at me it's like I could feel her reading me.
"Is she talking to you?
        I stared at her in disbelief for a second as did everyone else but, slowly their eyes settled on me.
         "How did you-"
        "She's talking to you?!" Daddy asked urgently as he scooped my hand into his and stared into my eyes. Not knowing what to say to him I nod my head slowly in response.
        "What is she saying sweetie?" Mommy asked me as daddy still held my hands in his.
"She keeps replying to my questions that I ask in my head and, she keeps laughing," I grab my head in annoyance at that part. Her laugh. It rings through my head. I can't bare it.
That's offensive.
        "She did it again! She replied to my thoughts!"
Of course we're replying to your thoughts we are part of you dummy!
I freeze at what she said. Part of me? I don't want you apart of me!
Well whether you like it or not we are apart of you now and there's nothing you can do about it hahaha
I sit back against the couch as what she said sunk in. I'm never going to get any privacy anymore, my thoughts my feelings probably won't even be my own half the time. I don't know if I can do this.
Oh stop being overdramatic! There's nothing to worry about! Plus think of us as your protection, your brain's defense mechanism against anything harmful to you or the ones you care about.
I guess that makes a little sense.
As I snap out of my thoughts I look around the room and see everyone looking at me intently. I didn't realize that I just completely went into my own head for a second there.
"What did she tell you suga'?" Mommy asked first as the other just nodded their heads in agreement with her question. They wanted to know too.
They! I heard her say in my head.
        We aren't someone but something. Like an idea, a state of mind brought to life by power. We have no gender.
        I relay everything they have said to me to my family. If this, relaying everything they say inside my head back to my family, is all I'm going to be doing then today is going to be a long day.

Word Count: 1230

I apologize it took so long depression and writer's block really suck sometimes. But I hope you enjoy this chapter and another is already in the works!
~K