Mad Love

Part 13~ The Treatment

Joker had asked me to get him a machine gun, and I actually did it. I had gotten a special case and brought it to work and gave him the gun. I made the biggest mistake of my life. Now I am probably gonna die for it. I was shaking under my desk while patients were clawing at the large glass pane on my door. I hear them calling me saying to come out and play. Finally I hear a growl and smashing of glass. My heart races and I have to grip my chest to stop my heart attack. I didn't want to make any sounds that they could hear-especially my breathing-so I put my fist in my mouth to stop anything from coming out. I see feet and dark blue sweatpants.
"Grab her boys. I need to thank out little Quinny for her generous gift"
It was him. JOKER BROKE OUT. I thought he wanted the gun to be able to feel safe I hadn't expected this. A part of me was happy he wanted to thank me, but that was the part of me I usually ignored. My only cover was flipped over and I look up to come face to face with some of my patients. They had mad looks on their faces and some were smiling from ear to ear. I scream as loud as I can, but they aren't fazed and frankly I'm scared now. I try to run, but one of the patients grabs my leg and jams something into it. I begin to black out, but before I do I can feel someone picking me up bridal style and shushing me. Using my last bit of remaining strength I bang on the strangers chest, but it was to no avail. The last thing I hear is his laugh. His terrifying laugh that somehow made me feel safe and scared at the same time. I was thrust into nightmare after nightmare until I am finally awoken by someone rubbing a cold gel on the corners of my head. I wake up, but my vision is blurry. I struggle against my bindings and try to escape, but it's all for nothing I am strapped down tightly. I frantically look around, but all I see is a man who ruined my life.
"Well well what do we have here?"
I begin to frantically struggle against my binding, but they do their job and keep me in place. I turn my head the only amount my bindings will allow and I see we are in the operation room. This is where we put patients through shock therapy why am I down her- my thoughts come to the realisation I'm screwed and my body begins to relax as I come to terms with my surroundings. If I could just relax I could break out of these restraints. I make my body as small as I can and try to wiggle free. A bright light is pulled down violently to my face temporarily blinding me while my eyes adjust to the light.
"What ya gonna do ya gonna kill me mistah j?"
He laughs and picks up two pads that look like the long blanket that they put on you at the dentist to take xray's. He places them onto both sides of my temples and grins down at me.
"I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt you really really bad. You see Harley-I struggle against my restraints, but he just adjusts them to be tighter-I like my girls  to be themselves. And you are not yourself. I'm simply making you more like me. Think of it as a gift"
He tries to place a belt into my mouth, but I don't budge.
"Open wide"
He growls and punches me in the gut. I open my mouth to grunt and he places the belt into my mouth.
"You will soon come to learn that there is an easy way and a hard way. With me your gonna want the easy way"
He slaps me then grabs my jaw. Tears spring out of my eyes and he wipes them off gently with his purple gloved hand. I try to wiggle free of his grip, but it was only in vain. He slaps me again for no reason
"Don't move away from me Harley- girl. By the way you stupid girl you have been played. You think I love you? Think again. Know when you have been beat-he lets out a sigh-Why so serious? Let's stop this chit chat and get to work shall we?
I shake my head frantically and he just laughs. The last thing I hear is his voice. This lying, mastermind, son of a bitch's voice. What he says confuses me, but I'm not left with a lot of time to think about it.
"Happy birthday"
He slams the electroshock tools I didn't know he had against the pads on my brain and I slip slower and slower into unconsciousness. I hear his laugh, but it's so faint. I try to reach for him, but he keeps getting farther and farther away. I black out thinking I am dead. Goodbye world..
'What ya moping about in here?"
"What who is it? Am I dead?"
The woman who looks strangely like me shakes her head.
"Nope honey bun ya not dead, but I think it's time for me to take over. After all you look a wreck!"
She laughs and I slowly begin to not. Rest would be nice... She helps me up and lays me back down on a bed. I'll only be an hour or two right?
"Sweet dreams honey. Don't worry ya  body will be in good care. I pinkie promise"
She sits at the edge of the bed until I finally fall asleep for good. Little did I know there was no coming back from this sleep. Harleen is dead- AND HARLEY QUINN HAS COME OUTTA PLAY!!!