Anarchy [Joker/ O.C. Fan Fiction] On Hold

Chapter 4) Making Deals With The Devil..

Laurel's Pov

I lay in the cage looking at the ceiling of it and I think I've been here for two days because I seen the sun peek through the crack of the board that's against the window twice.

My streaks are now gone, my phone is definitely dead and I am still covered in everyone's blood.

I hear him whistling as he enters the room, but I keep looking at the ceiling.

"Hello beautiful."

I turn so that my back was to him.

"Awe, don't be mean, beautiful."

"I have a name..."

I really hate when he calls me that, it's like he's making me sound like a freak or some piece of meat all in one.

"Hm?" He drums his fingers around the cage until he's facing me on the other side.

"I said. I HAVE A NAME!" I snap at him.

His eyes seem to laugh as I lash out at him.

"What is it then?"

I turn again this time on my stomach so that I don't have to look at him.

"Well then, I'll keep calling you beautiful until you tell me your name."

"...Laurel..." I say to the ground of the cage.

"Say that again? Couldn't hear you, beautiful."

"It's Laurel." I spat at him.

"Laurelllll. I like it. But I think I'll stick to calling you beautiful." He licks his lips and cocks his head examining me.

Ugh!

"Fine, what's your name? I'm sure the Joker isn't it? If so you're parents must have been hippies."

A look passed over his eyes and he walks around the cage and unlocks it.

I scoot back but he climbs in staring at me.

"Don't talk about the egg and sperm donor."

"Hey, back up." It's bad enough the cage was just big enough to hold me but two of us?

He keeps coming towards me and grabs my face.

"You know, my father was a drinker and a user. While my mother was a whore and a miserable excuse for a woman. So don't ever mention them again. Got it?"

I nod and he lets my face again.

The smile reappears in his face again and he runs his finger against my lower lip.

I flinch back and he giggles.

He moves back and locks the cage again.

"I'll be back, beautiful. I just need to make an announcement." He leaves the room and I just lay back down looking at the ceiling of the cage again.

I think I'll go insane if I don't get out of this cage soon.

At least to stretch my legs. All I can do is kneel and that just makes my knees go numb after a while.

I think of that Maya Angelou poem about why the caged bird sings and I think it was to keep it from going insane. At least in my perspective.

The only song I could think of at the moment was Hallelujah so I sing it softly to myself.

I can just hear the melody in my head and I just tune out the situation I'm in.

I just think about being on stage in front of people and letting them hear my voice...