Diary of a Mad Poet

Jokers wife

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As I smile, Alex freezes. Staring at me in complete shock. But recovers fast, he rips my shirt and smirks at my breasts in my black bra. He then rips my bra too and I don't give him the satisfaction of my interest in what he is doing.

Grabing my neck to make me stand up then crushing his lips to mine and in that moment I feel his hand grab my breast and squeeze then I start feeling something pass through me and into him. He let's go of me and starts walking backwards, the look of horror on his face really amusing me. I started laughing.

"Something is really wrong with her" he shakes his head as if he saw something he didn't want to. "She did something to me" he starts fidgeting, grabbing his chest and tugging painfully on his hair, which makes me laugh even more, I have no idea what he is talking about but it sure as hell brightened my mood.

"I guess my mental illness has started showing mhm... Haven't drank my pills in a while" I smile so evily at him as I stand up and grab my ripped shirt and try to cover up. I have no idea what's going on with me. I feel strong but weak, I feel free but restricted, I feel angry but calm, I feel threatened yet I could care less.

I feel dark.

"We triggered something" Vee says watching me carefully as I sit back down yawning. Gosh I'm tired. "Clearly she has powers she is hiding from us, let's bring them out shall we" with that they tie me down to the chair again.

I watch as Alex shakely grabs my hand, with fear oh so evident on his face. Vee grabs something in the corner, looks like a set of big scissors. Her eyes land on me and she smiles but I dont react which perfectly pisses her off. I look to the other corner and see Victor staring intently at the whole situation. I thought he said he'd help.

"Now, let's give you a makeover" Vee says and the moment I turn my attention to her, she has positioned my fingers in between the big scissors. She starts cutting my my right pinkie, I can't help the scream that leaves my mouth as she slowly starts cutting my fingers.

"Absorb it Grace!" Victor says over my screams. Is he mad?

"Y-you have...n-not h-helped me....n-not once!" I scream at him over the pain. My body is violently shaking at the pain I'm feeling. My heart feels like its about to go into override and crash.

"God dammit can't you see that I'm trying to you little ungrateful slut!!!" His words seem to over power my pain. Ungrateful slut? Wow. Is this the real him? Tears start to escape my eyes without my consent, but I let them continue flowing.

"You are pathetic and weak" he spits in a venomous tone. Wait...wait so all this time he has been on the enemies side, so he is as fake as his sister?

I want to scream and tell him to go fuck himself but I don't have the energy to, I don't have the strength to verbally attack anyone right now. I'm so stupid, how could I be so stupid? If he had planned to help me, he would have done it at the beginning.

I'm so stupid to trust him, he could be a demon for all I know. So called ghost that isn't dead.

It hurts. The moment of recklessness and giving in when I always tried to stay away from the ghosts and creatures normal people couldn't see.

And here I am with my fingers cut off.

It hurts so much that it doesn't anymore. Like the pain subsided just for a little while.

My screams come to a complete hault, I look down at my right hand to find four of my fingers missing and only my thumb left. My blood is flooding the floor and I'm not fazed. So they are going to torture me then burn me alive just for fun?.

What a death God planned for me hey.

And for the first time I start thinking about all the ghosts I've seen, and how I ignored a lot of them just to avoid looking crazy. I think I get how they felt when I did that. I'm going to become one of them very soon. Man this sucks!

"What is wrong with you?" Victor says and I notice how solid his voice is, I look up and right here in front of me stands the guy who said he didn't want me to get hurt and how he would help me. Here he stands real and alive and physically here.

"What do you think is wrong with me?" I say, making sure my words come out strong. I'm curious to know what on earth they think is wrong with me. I'm perfectly normal if you ask me, well excluding my missing fingers and broken nose.

I watch as the three of them stare at me weirdly, man my fingers hurt even though they are not attached to me anymore, they still feel like they are and they really hurt but I won't make my pain visible to anyone. They look at each other then me and my arms are free again and my legs too. They scrunch up their faces until we all hear a roar coming from the other side of the door. In my entire life I have never seen people so terrified.

They looked like they were about to pee their pants. Its hilarious to see my torturers like this.

And me being me I started laughing like a maniac. You could have easily confused me for the jokers wife. I couldn't stop laughing and it clearly has an effect on the gang in front of me, as we all heard another deep growl.

You'd think I'd be terrified because the people in front of me are but I'm not. I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well laugh to my doom.

A bad yet happy death.

Then the door broke down in a bang, the three in front of me disappeared into thin air, but not before Victor whispered "I'll get you" then he was gone. And in walked a tall glass of milk.

I'm really thirsty right now. Pun not intended haha.

He walked towards me like I was his prey and right when he stood in front of me and I looked up at him, I started seeing spots blur my vision, I guess I had lost a lot of blood. A huge part of me was relying on that to be my escape honestly, I would die from losing too much blood before those idiots figured it out. As my eyes slowly shut I heard a strong voice. "Mine" and that was all as I slipped away to meet up with death.

Mmmmmmm.... Let's get things interesting shall we? Next chapter will be longer and fun.😊😊😊