Gloomy Night Rain

Joker

Dedicated to: @humansbehatin

I rolled on my bed and I was currently lying on my stomach. What took Max so fucking long? I hate being all alone inside the bus because I get paranoid and everything. I'm such a pussy.

Anyway, all YMAS members and staffs are out partying and they'll probably be back at 2 am or something. Max and I, however, wasn't feeling up for it. My head kinda hurt because the stupid twat named Chris accidentally hit my head when he opened the door. Max stayed behind because he's hungry and not really up for partying. Speaking of the spawn of Satan, the door swing open and revealed a very happy looking Max. He's holding 2 McDonald's plastic bags and he's wearing a new shirt. Holy shit. The shirt is creepy. It was a face of the old joker, grinning from ear to ear with big dark eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you go. The design is really realistic. The Joker is black and white and the shirt is black.

"Love my shirt, Joshua?" he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"You wish. And, don't call me Joshua ever again. It's Josh. Josh Franceschi, thank you very much." I said sarcastically and practically snatched the bag. What can I say, I'm hungry.

"Woah. Is JOSHUA on his period?" Max, that fucking asshole, teased.

Instead of arguing back, I shot a glare at his direction. He shrugged and rolled his eyes and pulled out a happy meal. Fucking seriously?

*1 week later*

I shoved my head inside the toilet and puked out. God, I absolutely loathe this fucking acidid taste in my mouth. I gargled and brushed my teeth afterwards. I got home ahead of the others from the nearby club because I don't wanna get a massive hangover tomorrow. We have a show at 8 am and I don't wanna disappoint our fans.

My shirt was wet with sweat. I might as well shower and change my clothes. After a nice, relaxing shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked to my closet. When I opened it, my heart almost leaped out in shock. Max's Joker shirt was inside my closet and it's looking at me. It looks much more realistic because the dark closet highlighted the face. I quickly slammed my closer shut and just wore my used clothes. I'll just change later. I can't stand seeing that freak-designed shirt. After I'm done changing, I crawled up to my bunk and fell asleep.

I was awoken by a loud banging on the door. Goddamn it. I heard Max's voice yelling my name outside. I trudged grudgingly to the door and swung it open. I was met by a drunken, giggling Max. Great.

"Get in fat ass, and why the fuck is your shirt inside my fucking closet?! Are you trying to scare me or what?!" I yelled at him and put his arm around my shoulder. He laughed loudly.

"Shirt? The Joker shirt?" he questioned.

"What else do you think, idiot?" I retorted and put him on his bunk.

"I gave that shit to my fan yesterday!" he giggled. Wait... What. The. Fuck.

With shaking legs, I walked to my closet. When I opened it, the shirt is not there. I searched for it everywhere inside the closet. But still, nothing.

Since that day, I never let myself left alone inside the bus or even in my own apartment again. I'm just really thankful that I closed the closet immediately.