Drown ( Joker love story )

Spiraling

Arthur! 

Arthur!

Come on get up.

My eyes slowly opened as I looked above me seeing her. Her long platinum blonde hair over one shoulder as she was leaned down, her soft hands holding my face. It took me a moment to remember where I was. 

Beaten and hopeless on the streets. 

I groaned before slowly sitting up and coughed spitting up the blood that came up my throat with each heave of my chest. 

"Come on get up," her soft voice spoke as I felt her pulling me up with all the strength her small body could muster. 

I finally got my strength and stood with her and followed her down the subway steps into the handicapped bathroom we had become so accustomed to. The barley working lights flickered as I sat on the toilet seat watching her shuffle through her bag and get out her first aid kit. 

Anastasia was always prepared to save my sorry ass. She was always there when I needed her. I watched her worried face. Those perfect brows, two shades darker than her hair were furrowed together as she used her nails to undo the clasps on the small box. 

"It's not that bad Anna. Just some kids," I sighed and touched my lip hissing at the sensation of open skin against my finger tips. 

"Right and those kids are always the ones who do this. Every single day Arthur," She pursed her lips holding back the anger boiling in her. 

She grabbed my face gently and dabbed the blood from my lips and face. This had become a routine for us. Sitting in this grimy bathroom. Me, a complete mess while she, an anger filled blonde stood and fixed me up. I didn't deserve her kindness. She was so sweet, and incredibly beautiful. Still as beautiful as the day we met. 

"Can I sit with you?" 

I looked up seeing her standing there in the busy coffee shop. One hand holding her coffee while the other clutched the strap of her over the shoulder bag. I nodded and smiled softly as she sat across from me. I pretended to read the paper as she fumbled through her bag pulling out some books. I glanced up seeing the title of one being The Basics of Psychology. 

"You uh in school?" I nervously asked finally fully looking up from the paper on the table in front of me. 

She pushed a loose strand that had fallen from her bun and nodded. I couldn't help but realize this was the first time I had liked such blonde hair on someone. She was so different from other girls. It was such plain beauty. 

"Yeah I'm going to school for criminal psychology," She laughed softly, "I want to be a detective."

After that day we sat at the same small corner table and shared conversation and somehow she had become my guardian angel. My attention was brought back as she closed the first aid kit and placed it back in her bag. 

"Come on Arthur," She smiled gently and held out her hand, "Let me walk you back to the store."

Oh sweet Anna. If only you knew how bad I was spiraling. Spiraling out of control. I coudln't take m