Purposeless Stories

Some call me Harley Quinn

I've been sitting in this asylum for 6 months now, they trapped me here we're all compressed in this small space. I'm odious around these men they all feign their love for me just because I'm the only woman they've seen in months seeing as I'm the only woman here. There's only one man I could love and he was off in prison for 30 years. They put me in here for loving a man that they decided was insane. Sure he was insane and loved blowing up buildings and hacking systems just for the hell of it .

Some say he's the to the joker, some call me Harley Quinn. But I was okay with that. Monthly he sends letters reminding me of his love and sadness due to missing me so much. I tell him that I miss him as well, most of my letters start off with "Dear Conan, this place is a cacophony and it carries a heavy olfactory scent with it." I never get sleep anymore because my subconscious tells me that if I sleep one of these insane geezers will come onto to me. They tried to ask me what my name was but I remain anonymousnone of they deserve to know my identity.

Being stuck in this place is slowly making me go insane. I've requested my own space without these pigs. They've denied so many times I can barely keep count. With all the emotions that are flowing through my head it's makes me sick, the smells, the staff, missing Conan, and the lack of space. With all that's going on with me I still manage to to keep a serene veil hiding it away. I'm supposed to spend 2 years here, how am I supposed to do that if I can barely survive a few months. I'm not going to stay in this hellhole for 2 years, there holding me against my will is all there doing.

I'm going to be there for Conan. But making my great escape in broad daylight wouldn't be the most intelligent objective I'll be waiting until nightfall. Slowly but surely the sky went black and the greasy men fell into slumber. After fooling the warden into thinking that I was only using the washroom, I shut the door tightly behind me, twisting the locks to secure my privacy while I flee to argue the injustice of my lover. There is only one window the I have the ability to reach, I went into the stall nearest to the window and shut it. I've rehearsed this many times before timing myself, I only had five minutes before the security team and the warden bust down the door.

I quickly shuffled to the washrooms closest pulling out the two small crates one containing oil stained towels the other having half used shampoo bottles. I gently but swiftly sat the items on the floor before taking the crates into the stall closest to window. I placed one crate on the toilet seat and holding the other in my hand. I stood on the crate balancing the second one on the thin wall separating the stalls; I leaped off the first crate steadying myself on the thin wall and onto the second crate.

I only had 2 minutes before they came in and I needed some distance from this place. Before the crate could tumble over I jumped grabbing the windowsill. I used my upper body strength and pushing open the old weak window. The chilling autumn air engulfed me, I circled my arms around myself then sprinted in the direction of London where I'd find my love Conan.