The Sister...?

Chapter 2

Maddison's POV:
"Harley! Go Get The Kids Up! I need them for something!" I Heard "The Joker" as he said his name was, Say loudly. i sighed not wanting to see his face again. I brushed out my hair so I looked presentable and brushed it away from the one side of my face without markings and scars. "morning...Harley.." I said waking out of my room. "Morning sweetie...just call me mom If you would like." She said smiling. i faked a smile and turned then rolled my eyes. "Girl! Come Here!" The joker yelled seeing me immediately. "My name is Maddison... In case you forgot....for the tenth time...But anyways what do you need?" I said and stared at all the knifes he had. Being around these people were honestly making me go mad....The Three I lived with Had already gone mad...Jason I wasn't so sure about...it seemed the joker was forcing him to go on his little trips..."Maddison...Listen one of my men were killed today so I need a replacement...You are that replacement...got it?!" He said and held a knife to me. "G-g-got it!" I said staring at the knife hoping it didn't touch me. "Jason...Maddison go get ready for our little trip tonight" The Joker said and smirked. I looked at Jason quickly but we both looked away and just nodded in response. I went up stairs after so I could get ready for whatever was happening tonight.
A few hours later after it had gotten dark...
"Let's go boys! Oh yeah also Maddison is Johnny's replacement boys!" The joker yelled as we headed out. I put down the hood of my night black sweatshirt and put on the mask I was forces to wear. The masked smelled horribly and I couldn't stand to wear it but the joker said it was for safety. Yeah sure like he cares about my safety I thought in my head. While we were running around Robbing stores and stealing from The poor I couldn't help but feel I was being watched. It was very unsettling. I looked back once and saw a tall dark figure with a cape it looked like blowing in the wind but I heard cop sirens and got scared and kept running with the group. Once back to the safe house and I went up stairs and Listened to some music...I syared at the mp3 player that I stole a while back... it always haimted.e but I grew up in the life of crime. I always knew my parents would be disappointed but I never really tried to please them...cause they're dead...how can i please the dead. I know their spirits are around me but it isn't like I can see them ever again, its not like they can talk to me. I think about my brother sometimes but then I just get angry. Why did he have any be such a coward that night?...I mean I was scared too but I was five....All he had to do was listen to my dad when he motioned for us to run! I could be living in our big house with Alfred, our butler, and my older brother, but no! No I am stuck here with this crazy lunatic family! Stuck here to go mad like them! Stuck to go completely insane! I don't want to go insane, I Want to go home! I want...to go home..I thought in my head and practically was screaming in my head and I just picked up the glass and threw it smashing  it on the ground. I picked up the pieces and put them in the trash can. I layed down with my music and drifted off to sleep. I woke up crying and I didnt know why...