He Lived For Her~ A Joker Story

Chapter 11- High Voltage

-IVYS POV-

I slowly opened my eyes, and examined my surroundings, immediately remembering what happened before I got here:
Joker had picked me up from the ground outside and carried me in this room to sleep, and locked the door behind him.

I laid in a gothic style bed what was all black- but the sheets were dusty and ripped, like they hadn't been slept in for years.

I sat up and leaned against the detailed wooded head frame.

The room had faded wallpaper what was peeling, and there was all sorts of rubbish like broken pictures and ornaments all over the floor.

I slowly got up, and shrieked as I looked back at the bed.

All this time I had been sleeping on insects like cockroaches and bed bugs, and they were all squished where I had been laid

I started to run around frantically and take off my tshirt at the thought of still having bugs crawling on me.

I threw my Marilyn Manson t-shirt across the room, and I stood there in my black jeans and bra, still itching up and down my arms.

"I need to get out of here!" I instructed myself.

I ran toward the door but it was locked. Of course.

Then I ran toward two large curtains what I guessed hid a window.

I swung the curtains away from each other with lots of force, then suddenly they came crashing down.

I screamed as the thick, moth eaten fabrics landed on me heavily- I probably shouldn't of opened them so aggressively due to how old they were.

"Ew ew ew!" I yelled as I crawled out of the dusty heap.

I batted all the cobwebs off me, then glanced at the window.

"GREAT!" I shouted, throwing my arms up in the air and letting them fall back down to my sides.

It had been boarded up, and it looked like it had been done recently.

All I knew is that I had to try escape, and I would take any sort of measure to do so.

I tried pulling the planks of wood what were nailed to the window but to no use, so I grabbed any flat object and jammed it in between the wood to pop the nails out.

I groaned as I pulled and pulled with all my strength.

Suddenly, a nail flew out of the wood, almost hitting me in the eye.

My face lit up as now I could just rip the wood off and I could escape!

Suddenly, I heard slow footsteps growing louder toward the door.

I turned around and gasped in fright.

"Shit!!" I thought.

Then a key slid into the lock.

I grabbed a shard of glass what was laying on the floor -it seemed to be from an old lamp or something- and I held it out In front of me waiting for the door to open.