Harley Quinn

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Harley was crumpled into a ball on the floor. She looked weak on the outside, and on the inside there was a hurricane of emotions. Her head was filled with voices. She hadn't slept in weeks. She almost got fired last week for falling asleep at her desk.

"Stop the pain, stop the pain," she muttered to herself. How could she do it? Harleen would mutter one thing in her head and then Harley would overpower her. There was also the guilt of Sloanne's death that shadowed her. She still couldn't figure out if she had done the right thing. She missed him, but she hated him at the same time. Forget about him, Harleen said. I know he irritated you, but he is yours forever. He would never purposely hurt you, Harley would say.

"Stop!" she screamed and punched the wall. She began to cry and let her emotions consume her. Just let me take over and everything will get better. That's what Puddin said should happen, and he's always been right, Harley said. She wasn't wrong.

"Alright I surrender," Harleen said and laid on the ground. Almost like magic a new personality took over. Harley took over Harleen and all the madness replaced the pain. She started giggling on the ground. "Oh Harles, we're going to have lots of fun," she grinned. She got up and walked to the mirror. "You are a sight for sore eyes," she scolded herself. The red and black suit was laying in the corner of the floor. "Let's have some fun," she said. The body suit was soon cut up so that only a pair of red and black booty shorts and crop top remained. She took a plain white t shirt and black leather jacket from her closet and laid them down on the table. She cut up the t shirt to put under the crop top. On the back of the jacket she sewed on her signature diamonds in red. She put on her outfit along with a black pair of boots. "Perfect Harles, just perfect," she sighed. She stuffed two guns into her work bag and buttoned up her doctor's coat. She let her blonde hair fall on top of the coat. "I'll fix it later," she told herself, "Now lets go get my Puddin."

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