The Dark Truth

The Joke: Chapter 26

joker straps me down on the stretcher and I lay back defeated. "where are we going because im guessing its not the hospital?" j laughs and turns around messing with things. "someone's been using her brain, and why spoil the surprise!" I struggle a bit when hes not looking. the next thing I know jokers fist slams down next to my head and I scream in shock. "now, tell me how your not affected by scarecrows gas doll?" jokers face is so close to mine so I try to look away. instead of letting me look away he grabs my chin roughly and twist my face towards his and yells at me in anger, "look at me!" I start shaking a bit and grips at the stretcher. "he did it when he gave me that bullshit for my memories. what did you do with Harley?" a smirk grows on his face as he sits back, "jealous? and I should have figured that asshole would have done something like that." I roll my eyes and whisper "as if." I hear a growl come from him and I look at him pointedly. "can you at least prop me up?" he grunts and props me up and stays very close to me once I'm sitting up. j goes to say something but stops and his non-existing eyebrows furrow in agitation. finally in a low sincere voice he speaks, "you know I wasn't lying about Bruce, and I will tell you the truth." I look at joker confused. how can he be evil one second then sincere the next. do I truly believe him? he seems to be waiting for conformation that I believe what hes telling me. I take a second to think out each word. "how can I believe you? you've done nothing but mess with my head. its like trust, It must be earned j." I see a mix of emotions go across his face until a innocent frown covers his face with mock hurt. "you don't trust me? you hurt my feelings. how can I make you trust me?" I feel his hand caress my thigh and I roll my eyes and smile. "your such a cocky asshole you know that? you want me to trust you? let me go or tell me everything." jokers signature smirk crosses his face and nods his head. "I suppose that's fair. first!" j holds up a finger and turns around. when he turns back towards me he has a scalpel. my face goes straight and I struggle a bit. "J, what are you doing with that?" jokers laugh is menacing and he gets closer to me. "well lets start with what you do remember. im the bad guy right? " he puts the scalpel against my throat. I stay looking at him as I stop moving. "no, I don't believe that anymore. but I refuse to believe I was in the wrong." joker nods his head and moves the scalpel down to the top of my dress. "well no you weren't in the wrong. those pieces of shit deserved everything that came to them." he moves the scalpel down more and cute my dress near my hip and I whimper a bit in shock. j moves my dress aside gently and run his fingers over my hip. I bite my lip and look at him to see him staring at my hip like hes deep in thought. "this happened that night." I look at where his fingers are to see a scar ive never noticed. I feel wetness on my face as my head throbs in pain. I start getting lightheaded and the last thing I see is j looking at me sadly.

le flashback

"stop!! your hurting me!!!" me father was pulling me by my hair into my room. before I can react im thrown against my bed. my throat closes as the wind is knocked out of me. "you'll regret ever meeting that boy." my father loosens his tie and gets closer. I whimper and reach under my bed for the only thing that could save me. i hid it their forever ago just in case. my father is inches away from my face now. he grabs my chin roughly and smirks. "now, whos my good little girl?" my adrenaline is coursing through me begging me to react. burning in my veins. before i know it ive found my hidden savior. i grab it and breathlessly whisper. "i am bitch." i slam the knife into his shoulder and quickly pull it out. his screans of pain are music to my ears. my fathers blood splatters on me and he stumbles back. i stand up as he falls and stands over him. my fathers grabbing the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. i run my finger over the knife as i speak. "theirs no use. where i stabbed you is a major artery and the only way to prevent yourself from bleeding out is to apply pressure with some kind of cloth. hands are useless." i grab my bedsheets and hand it to his desperate self and he tries to put it against the wound. "too bad that's useless as well." i kneel on one knee and place the knife against his chest. "this is for the beatings." i stab him, "this is for mom." i stab him again. "and this, is for making me like this you son of a bitch!" i stab him so many times i forgot when i stopped. i heard footsteps and a gasp when i did stop. i turn around to see my mother standing their with tears in her eyes. she runs and i follow. we end up in the kitchen as shes grabbing a knife. "mom please, this is going to make everything better." she stumbles and points the knife at me as she stumbles over her words, obviously drunk. "stay away from me!" i laugh darkly. "your just like him. minus the beatings of course. but you psychologically abuse me. you drink your life away and make me take care of everything then trick me into thinking everything's okay. well guess what mother! nothings okay! dads dead! youll soon be! and you both drove me to kill. im sorry mother." i tackle her and stab her in the shoulder. i scream in pain as i feel something go into my hip. i rip my knife out of her as she crawls away in pain. i look at my hip to see one of the small knives were in my hip. i keep it put as to not bleed out and walk over to her slowly. "nice move. my turn." i stab her in the back at least five times before i throw the knife to the side. i stumble a bit, the adrenaline leaving my body. "lizzy?" i look over at the door to see jack standing there. "what have you done?" i stumble some more and tears fall down my cheeks. "i fucked up.."