Haylee Quinn

Chapter Twenty Eight - I Don't Love Him

I was dragged down the hallways and eventually into a dark cold room, the guards having a painfully tight grip on me. I was lifted up into what reminded me of a dentist chair and was immediately strapped down. I don't have the effort to fight back, so there's no point.

Suddenly I heard the door open again and the sound of heels clicking on the concrete floor. I heard a pen click and someone scribbling on some paper. I could hear the guards or whoever preparing something, but I couldn't see what.

Whatever the heck it is I'm sure it's not good.

"Alright Hayleen, this won't take long. If you cooperate, we can have this treatment done in a few weeks and you can be out of here." I heard Grace's voice explain.

Won't take long? Treatment? Out of here?

What?!

If this shock therapy doesn't kill me, it'll only drive me further into madness, not fix me so I can leave. And if I do leave, who am I leaving as? Haylee... or Hayleen?

"Why do you have to do this?" I ask as she walks around into my view.

"Because I need my best friend back. Hayleen this will make you better again, I promise." She smiled, placing her hand on mine.

I can see her point here, but frying my brain?! That's a jerk move to me. I pulled my hand away from her grip and spat at her, since there isn't much else I can do being strapped to this chair.

"No friend of mine would ever risk my life to possibly take me back to my old miserable one." I say through gritted teeth.

She didn't reply, she just stared at me. Grace then looked over at one of the guards and gave them a quick nod. He walked over to her and handed her two smallish metal rods, and she placed them up against my temples.

"I'm sorry Hayleen, but this is for your own good and for the good of Gotham."

They were her last words before she turned on the electric shockers. I felt the electricity run through my entire body as I screamed out in pain, but no sound came out. This is not therapy, this is straight up torture!

After what felt like forever, but was only like three seconds, Grace removed the rods. My eyelids instantly felt heavy and I slipped out of consciousness.

"Hayleen? You listening?"

My eyes fluttered open to see Bruce waving his hand in front of my face. I looked around to see Grace, Willow, Harleen and Dan all looking at me.

"Uh... sorry, what did you say?" I asked, turning back to look at Bruce who had his arm wrapped around my shoulder.

"I asked if you wanted to catch a movie this weekend?" He repeated.

They ask me the same thing every Friday, and i always have to give them the same answer. All because of my stupid parents.

"Same as the last time you asked guys, my parents always make me stay home and study." I answered with a hint of sadness in my tone.

"Yea, because some people are behind in their school work, unlike others." Harleen smirked as she gave me a small shoulder nudge.

Harleen is my parents's idea of a perfect child. Unlike me on the other hand, the family disappointment.

"I can come over and help you study?" Bruce offered.

I looked over at him and smiled, him returning the gesture. He's always been such a nice boyfriend, i'm so grateful for that.

"Thanks Bru- "

"Miss Quinzel."

I was woken by someone faintly calling my name. I slowly turned my head to the right and slightly opened my eyes, only to see Grace sitting at the metal table staring directly back at me. That was a dream? No, that was a memory.

"Hayleen, come on, I know your awake."

I eventually sat up and rubbed my eyes, and instantly I got a headache. Stupid electric therapy, messing me up. I gradually got off my super uncomfortable bed and sat across from Grace, now only realising I have hand cuffs on.

"So, how do you feel?" She asked as she pulled out her pen.

"I dunno, like I just got my brain fried?" I answered in a dull tone.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions now okay. Why are you here?"

Pfft, that's an easy one. Because I've helped cause mayhem for Gotham, and the GCPD had no better place to send me. I'm also slightly insane, but not too much.

"Because I'm crazy." I answered with a slight smirk.

"Next question, what do you think of the Joker?"

What do I think? I think he's an insane killer clown. But, he's also my insane killer clown. This little treatment of hers hasn't worked yet, but I can't promise it won't work at all. That's what scares me the most.

"It hasn't worked Grace - "

"And I didn't expect it to yet, but after a few weeks you will start to forget all this madness."

I dropped my gaze to my cuffed hands and a small frown spread across my face. I can't fight against this, there's no way of stopping this.

"Can I ask you a question Hayleen?" Grace asked after a while of silence.

"Sure, I mean you are my psychiatrist, isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

"Why did you fall in love with the Joker? After everything he's done to Harley and you and your family, you still choose him over everyone else. Why?"

Well this is easy, it's because... because... um... well to be honest, I don't know. I mean yea he loves me and I... love him back, but I honestly can't think of a reason as to why. No, this is the shock therapy's affect on me! The treatment is working!

"You don't know, do you."

I refused to both look at her and answer her. Mainly because she knows she's right, and when Grace is right she never lets you down for it. Ever.

"Why are you with him if you don't truly love him?" Grace reached over to hold my hand, but this time i didn't pull away.

"I don't love him." I mumble under my breath.

"Hayleen, please speak lou-"

"I said I don't love him! I honestly see him more as a... best friend." I shout, looking back up at her.

She nods her head and writes stuff down in her notebook. Now that I've said it out loud, I realise how true it actually is. I know he loves me, but I don't exactly feel the same way. But I can't tell him that, he's happy and I don't want to ruin that for him.

"And what about me and your other friends, are we not good enough for you anymore?" She asks in a blunt yet serious tone.

"Of course not! But... I don't know... Grace you knew me as a kid, I was always up to trouble. None of my other friends really understood that... but he does."

She opened her mouth slightly to speak, but changed her mind and wrote more stuff down. I feel as though these conversations are helping me a lot, which is what I don't want. I don't want her to help me, I want to get out of here.