Jarley

Refuse

Harley's POV

I couldn't believe it... wouldn't believe it. Yet here it was. He gave up on me. Just like that. I cried. Ms. Caraway sat and stared.
It was hours later that I got a phone call.
"Ms. Quinn? A call for you." She handed me a phone. I wiped away my tears.
"Who is it?"
"They refused to tell me." I put the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I felt a tingle down my spine as I heard:
"I can explain everything... meet me in the back at seven o'clock." And they hung up. The only thing was that the voice was familiar... too familiar. I looked at the clock. It read six forty five p.m.
"Here." I handed the phone back to Ms. Caraway and pretended to sleep. Once it was seven Ms. Caraway walked into my room.
"You have guests here Ms. Quinn." A smile grew large on my face.
"Thanks for nothin!" I said. A confused a scared face turned frozen when I pulled out a gun and knife from under my pillow. I threw the knife her way, stabbing her stomach and pinning her to the wall. She was silent as if she knew if she talked it would hurt more. She pulled the knife from her stomach and fell to the floor. A puddle quickly spread out surrounding the body.
"Good riddance!" I said and got up from the hospital bed. I walked down the hallway with the gun tucked in my dress.
"Ma'am? Are you okay? Your very pale." A man said.
"It's just the acid running throughout my vains. No big deal." I could tell he didn't want the explanation because when I walked away, he didn't move a muscle.  By the time I reached the doorway, I heard a scream. They had found the dead body of Ms. Caraway. It was ashame to... I almost liked her. To bad she was a clumsy little doctor. As if she was getting anywhere. Anyways...
I walked outside. The cool breeze hitting my face. It was nice. I walked out back and saw the van. In front of the van was the Joker.