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Chapter 42 | Alive

Chapter 42 | Alive

The rest of the mission went by in a blur and all I could think about was puddin'. The pain in my heart had numbed, but it never went away. I felt like a shell with nothing inside.

My emotions were blank and I couldn't even feel anymore. My tears had dried up until they couldn't even become watery even if you but a bunch of onions infront of me.

I felt emotionless. The world had become black and white without him. He took all of the colour with him. He took away my heart with him, killing it in the process that I couldn't feel anymorw. But I was still trying to convince my heart that he is still out there.

But my broken heart wouldn't listen.

I had joined the Squad after I had finally drained all my energy crying. We had fought with the enchantress, the opponent and won her. I remember her showing me a vision of me and my puddin' married and having children, living a normal life.

But, that would never happen.

Because he is g-gon-

No.

He is still there bringing colour and chaos to this blank world. This world still needs him. He still has many unfinished jobs he has to fullfill in the world. It is too soon for him to be caught by the satan in hell.

Too soon.

And, definitely not without my permission.

He is still here.

I can almost feel it and I didn't lose hope. The hope alone was enough for me to survive through the emotional pain, more accurately the physical pain burning in my weak heart.

Wait.

I don't have one, remember?

He killed it the moment he saved me.

I had become closer to my squad people. They were friendly and nice to talk to. Although, one of them is really smelly and what not, it was still fun to talk to them.

I was currently being handcuffed and escorted to the Belle Reve prison, which probably is going to be my home forever now.

There is no puddin' to save your sorry ass anymore Harley.

I let them handcuff me without protest, but they still didn't take any chances as they quickly did the handcuffs on my wrist.

Of course, they needed to know that I only ever submitted to the clown prince of crime and never to anyone else. Not even in their dreams.

The King may not be here but I may still be a fùcking queen. But, deep inside me, the title of being 'the queen of gotham city' had been ripped away and I didn't care about fighting anymore.

The fight and fire in me was long gone, only dread and sorrow filled me and it never wanted to leave.

Why did this have to happen to us?

Soon, I reached the cell that I was in before all this Squad shit and they undid the handcuffs on me, a guard standing by with a gun, ready to shoot me if I made a move.

I narrowed my eyes at him, willing myself to do something playful like I would always do but I couldn't.

Like I said, I had lost the fight in me.

Without a word, without a smile, without a giggle, without a laugh, I went in the cell and let them lock the gates as I sat down on the bed, sitting myself as I stared at the cold hard prison floor.

All of the guards around me seemed to notice my silence but they did not question it. They remained silent, during their duty as usual.

I stretched my hands feeling sleep catch me in its peaceful arms and I laid down on the bed, feeling highly uncomfortable as I stared at the starry night through the opening in the ceiling.

Suddenly, a star passed by in a blur and I immediately realised that it was a shooting star.

I sat up straight, still looking at the star.

'I wish puddin' is alive.'

For a moment, the star twinkled as if it heard my prayer and then it disappeared into the darkness of the starry night. My face went rigid, like it had been, the hope which rised in my eyes faded away and I pursed my lips, still admiring the night sky.

I hope the wish comes true.

I couldn't control the burning rage inside me and my chest started heaving up and down violently. My fists clenched tightly at my sides and I gritted my teeth harshly, almost certain that it might break If I put it a little more force.

The fire was burning inside me, and I tried to do heavy breaths, trying to contain it.

One.

Two.

Three.

Breathe.

One.

Two.

Three.

It was too late and I thrashed around in the bed violently as I screamed into the air. No words came out of my mouth. Only screams of misery escaped out of my mouth as I moved violenlty, pulling on my hair and I could hear the faint sound of the alarm going off.

Red filled my vision as I moved around, trying to get rid of the pain in my heart, as I continued screaming, hot tears flowing down my eyes as I started banging my head on the metal bars.

Maybe the physical pain would make the pain go away. I felt hands grabbing my sides, trying hard to pull me away from the bars but I thrashed around with only one motive running through my mind.

Get rid of the pain.

Get rid of the pain.

Get rid of the pain.

It was a mantra that was exchoing through my head and I felt more hands grabbing me as they pulled me away from the bars, dragging me away as I continued screaming violently.

The pain was subsiding already and I felt lighter as I let it all out, hitting anyone who was grabbing me, making sure to hurt them.

Something pierced through my neck all of a sudden and I collapsed down on the floor as black spotches filled my vision.

Everything went black.

Just like how the world is without him.

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Hola!

Poor Harley. 😭

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