chapter four (choices)

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I woke up in a bed. A comfy bed and I rolled over to see my puddin' fast asleep with regular hair and no makeup. I heard a baby crying as well and I walked into a nursery.. We were married according to this ring. I smiled and made breakfast.. I stayed and waited for him to wake up. I kissed him and sat at the table. He seemed so unhappy. Almost like he was depressed, he seemed so boring. He then grabbed the baby and began bathing him in the tube upstairs while I did the dished down stairs. Everything was perfect it's amazing. I love this world so much. I never want to leave. Even though I know it can't be real.

I then hear a loud squeal and silence fell. I ran up the stairs passing the rooms and headed to the bathroom. I got there and there he was.. My baby boy floating in the tub upside down dead. "What have you done!" I screamed picking up my son. His face was bleeding and his head was dented a bit.

"I'm sorry..I can't do this. I'm not happy this life makes me sad I'm sorry Harleen I love you I just can not be me.." He began to sob.

I ran down the stairs holding my son in my arms. I stopped at the pictures hung on the wall. In all of the photos my puddin' seemed to be sad.. He never smiled his big joker smile. He never seemed like himself... I laid my son in the couch and began to cry.

Just then my puddin' ran down the stairs with a gun and killed him self right there in the living room. His blood oozed out of all the walls and floor boards became covered in blood. I could hear his screams and laughs happening. I got scared and ran into the upstairs room. I was alone for a long time crying over mg son and my husband's death. The phones didn't work. The house was locked and never ending. All the blood was climbing the stairs and right before the blood came into the room the door swung open. It was many many doctors running in the room holding knives and things. They grabbed me by my legs and strapped me down to the table in a white room that had over taken my room,and I was murdered horridly.

I woke up again. But this time I was in the joker hide out in the middle of Gotham. The joker lie next to me sleeping comfortably just as he was, the real him. I woke up and greeted his goons who were sitting on the couch "hiya boys" we ate breakfast and I took a plate to my puddin's study. He ate his food and we laughed for hours together. I sat on the couch and listened to him ramble to him self over and over. Scheme after scheme. He laughed to him self and even let me sit on his lap and watch him type up hit lists and he and I had a picnic in the study with a basket and blanket. He made me feel like his diamond.

While we were having out lunch he got a call about an open place where we could Rob and I dressed up and we went to go get some money. He laughed with me in the car, his big purple car, it was a good day. And at night we had amazing love and passion making. He told me that we would always be on the same team and he would never leave his perfect pumpkin. And every day the same thing happened just about. We lived a nice happy life.

All of a sudden everything stopped and the me I had chosen to be poped up " so who y'a gon' choose Harley girl? What life suites y'a taste?"

" I want this life" I said pointing to the bed with my puddin' on it. "I want my baby to stay alive even if it means I can't have the 'perfect life'. I wanna keep my puddin' here even if it means no children." A tear fell from my cheek.

"Well y'a choice suits the new you. If you love the joker be with him. Be the you, you want but let him be the him he wants. Y'a both love each other. You just not the exact same person. Don't all want the same things." She said licking her lips " let him be happy with you."

I began to cry and sit in a bawl. I close my eyes tight. "I wanna go back I wanna see my puddin'. I wanna go back. I need'a go back!" My words begin to get slurred through my tears. "I wanna go back I wanna go back."

I wake up in my childhood bed. Oh no...not this. I walk out of bed and down the stairs to see my dead family on the floor. There is a person standing next to me as I walk speaking no words wearing a huge black hood. I hug my sister's dead body. "I didn't mean to I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Your not sorry.." The black figure begins to speak " you said to kill them. You meant it. All of these people have done something horrible to you that made you choose all of them."

"No nothing happened leave me alone I didn't mean it." I said again.

"The faster you admit the truth. The quicker you will go home." The voice said again. "The truth will set you free Harleen. Tell what each one did and why they did it."

"My mother always pushed me to be something I wasn't. She told me I wasn't going enough that no one would love me unless I became a doctor. She always treated my sister better then me.. She was the diamond child. She was perfect she was perfect I was nothing I was no goo I was useless. My father because.. He raped me. He gave me the visions of something horrible a horrible version of me. My father cared not if I loved him. He hated me he only pretended to love me. He would rape me and play innocent pretending to worry about my school. Be would fight my mother about me going back to school becuase he said I was spacing to much but in reality it was becuase that night I told him that I was going to tell everyone what he had done. He would have been ruined his job his perfect life..gone. My sister because she knew about my father. I told her and she said I was lying, that he would never that I was a gross liar. She told all her friends I was a freak!" I finished catching my breath. " I don't feel bad! I don't they deserved it. They made me scared they hated me they made me fear them." I finished again.

All of a sudden I began to freak out and scratch mg arms and legs and I bit into my lip as hard as I could. I was freaking out. The hooded creature disappeared. I wasn't set free I was trapped. I began to get scared and cry, scream. I fought my self like I was in a straight jacket. I banged my head on the wall as well.

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