My One Bad Day

How It All Started

My jaw dropped. How is he here? How is he alive? I'm glad that he's alive, But I thought he died. I attended his funeral. But he's here. He's here, well, healthy and alive. I could feel tears gathering up in my eyes as I ran to my older brother that she told me had died. Before I could hug him, I heard a gun shot then a sharp pain in my side. Wait hold up, your probably confused as to why I thought my brother died, and who shot me.

They say if you want to tell a story right, you gotta start at the beginning. It all started when I came out of my mother's womb. Too far? Fine. It actually all began when I was 8 years old. My parents had died.

My mom Catherine was a drug addict and died from overdose, while Willis my father had once worked for Two-Face and was murdered by the criminal. When I was born my brother named me Marinette. Jason and I had become street kids. I only had him to support me. Jason took care of me, he would leave early and come back late. I loved him more then myself. I knew that sometimes Jason didn't eat himself because he didn't have enough money for the both of us. I felt bad, he took care of me and I wanted to pay him back.

So, when I knew that Jason was asleep, I left the abandoned building that we had been living in. Looking back now, I realized I never should have left. I bumped into a person, knocked him over and snatched his wallet. I apologized and walked away. A few second's later I could hear him shouting at me. I started running faster and heard him running after me. I turned into an alley, trying to lose him, when I heard the craziest laugh. Oh no.

I could see his goons closing the entrance that I came from, so the only thing that I could do, without looking at him and showing him how terrified I was, was to stay where I was and not look him in the eye. That didn't work, as I felt someone's iron hand grip my shoulder and then felt another hand grip my chin to force me to look up. Even though I knew who this was that didn't stop my eyes from widening at the person in front of me. His face was white, like paper white, he had green hair, and the creepiest smile that somehow grew wide every second.

I wanted to look away, I needed to look away. But I couldn't, as the joker still had a strong grip on my chin. "Well, well, well, black hair, blue eyes, and possibly a traumatic past. I just hit jackpot. Your one of the Wayne kids aren't you." The joker said, still laughing like it's the funniest thing he heard. I see Joker grin and nod to someone in the back, and a second later I feel a pick in my neck, and then I see black. 

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I wake up to hearing laughter. I turn my head to the sound, and see Joker with my brother. I gasp. Joker must have heard because he turned around with a huge grin on his face. "Ah, finally up, I see." He laughs. He comes near me, and I try to back up but I can't move. My neck is sore, so I move my eyes to the left then the right, I see my legs and hands tied up to a post with shackles.

I still try to back up as far as I can. The Joker starts laughing as he grabs me and pushes me on the floor with his foot on my back. "Punch and Judy, grab a hold of Jason and make sure he watches everything!" Joker Laughs. Joker takes his foot off my back and leave somewhere else in the room. I hear Joker grab something but can't identify it. I hear Jason gasp, and then I hear Jason sob. Before I could ask if he's okay, I hear laughing then I feel the most painful feeling.

It's like I jumped in a volcano, only I didn't die instantly, I was still in the volcano being burnt. I close my eyes as he continues to hit me with the unknown object. After the 12th hit, I opened my eyes to see Jason one last time, as I knew that I was going to die, when I finally identified the object the Joker was using. Well no wonder it hurts so much. The Joker was using a Crowbar.

After what felt like the 100th time being hit with the crowbar. He finally stopped. I was confused, Joker never leaves his victims alive. I see Joker take Jason out of the room, and hopefully out of the building. I hear the Joker laughing before it became quiet. And honestly that was worse. The goons were still here, they walked up to me and unlocked my shackles. Then they left and closed the door.

When I knew that Joker or his henchmen weren't near, I crawled to the door to help me stand up. I try to open the door, but it was locked. I kept trying before I heard a beep noise. I turn to see where the nose was coming from, and my eyes widened from shock. Then I signed because I knew that I wasn't going to make it. My side is still burning but it doesn't matter. I see the timer, 3 seconds left.

00:00:03, I love you Jason

00:00:02, I'm going to miss you Jason

00:00:01, I won't forget you

00:00:00, I will meet you again

BEEP!, I will find you.

The bomb exploded.