Caramel ✔️

Don't Lie To Me

Harley tried to sleep, she really did.  She laid in her bed, sipping on the Sprite Adam had brought her.  She just stayed in bed as the ceiling spun constantly.  It would spin, and then Harley would feel like she was spinning, almost falling off the bed at one point.  But she did as Adam advised.  

She laid in bed, nauseous and sweating.  Tossing and turning.  Hungry, thirsty, hit, cold.  Harley closed her eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time, but something was in the right, the atmosphere shifted; as if she wasn't alone.

  Her eyes snapped open and she flew out of bed, her feet hitting the floor.  She looked around terrified, not knowing where she was, this wasn't home.  She blinked rapidly, trying to get a sense of her surroundings.  Her hair was different, she put them in pigtails, not liking it down.  She hated it down, why were they down?  Realizing her hands were free, her hands flew to her mouth, finding the lips smooth and glue free.  The tape was gone, but it left no glue.  

"J?"  Harley called out.  She wondered around the house.  This house, wasn't hers.  "J, I'm scared!"  She called out.  She got no answer as she leaned on the walls for support.  She felt them like a blind man looking for Braille.  She turned a corner, screaming as she came into contact with herself.  A reflection.  

Harley gazed at herself.  She was different.  She wasn't 16 anymore.  She was an adult.  Filled, and scuplted.  She screamed at herself.  She wasn't her.  

"Jerome!"  She called out, her voice breaking as she crumbled to the floor.  

Jerome was in front of her, dead.  Blood from his mouth bleeding out.  A man over him with a knife covered in blood;  Jerome's  blood.  Harley screamed.  She leaped at the man, arms grabbing her, trying to pin her down.  

"No, no, no!"  Harley mumbled.  She was walking through the house again, not evening knowing she was walking.  Tears pouring from her eyes silently, not even noticing she was crying.  She was numb, that feeling, so familiar.  She knew this feeling.  

"J&H, me and you doll,"  

"Harley?"  A voice called out.  Harley jumped and spun, an animal in head lights.  She stared at a blond woman.  

"I'm Barbara!  Call me Babs everyone does,"  

"Babs?"  Harley asked.  The woman nodded.  Harley stared for a second, and turned her back, walking through the house again.  Trying to remember.  Harley found herself in the dining room. Staring at the table.  

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!"   The table, foilled with food, all nothing but a blur, the red robe creating the perfect contrast with the pale boy.  

Harley climbed the table, raising her arms out like the boy.  Confusion still clouding her mind, the pictures weren't blurry anymore, they were crisp and clear.  

"What are you doing?"  The blonde asked again.  Harley jumped down, ignoring her.  Harley ran into the bathroom.  She stood in front of the mirror, ripping her sleeve down to show the two scars on her collarbone.  

"J, please, I'm sorry.  Please!"  She sobbed.  The pale boy over her, teeth sunk into her skin.  

"Harley!"  The woman was chasing her now.  Trying to lay a hand on Harley.  Harley shoved her hand away violently, pushing past the woman.  

Harley ran out the back door, to a fenced in tiny little garden.  She ran across it, and straight to a rose bush.  She pulled and heaved on the flower, ignoring the blood on her hands from the sharp thorns.  She pulled one off, making her tumble to the dirt.