19 | idée fixe

(n) an idea or desire that dominates the mind

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                    I was being chased. I didn't have any idea as to how I ended up in the middle of the forest. I was running, the warm humidity of the forest made me feel sticky and suffocated. My clothes and hair, slick with perspiration, clung to my skin. I swatted another pesky insect. Sweat rolled down my skin in thick, salty beads. I could feel her heart throbbing inside my chest. My skin felt like it was roasting.

I could feel my body go weak and my running slowed down. I was now jogging, and stumbling across branches, trying to find a river or a small stream. My tongue swiped across my lips again. My mouth was dry, and I panted from the heat, which wasn't helping. A slight breeze blew past, making my open mouth even drier. I was desperately thirsty.

"Harleen!"

I heard my name being called and shivers went down my spine. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my erratic breathing.

"Come back, Harleen!" The voice shouted again, "Stop running!"

With that, my heart beats faster and the adrenaline demands I run, right now, no delay. My feet slip and I almost tumble over, more time I cannot afford.

A laughter erupts in the woods and echoes around.

A chilly, evil laughter that makes your spine shiver.

I freeze.

I could recognize that voice immediately and my heart fluttered. My chest heaved and I ran towards the source, adrenaline pumping through my veins and a smile trying to make its way to my face.

"No!" The voice shouted again. "Don't go to him!" The voice shouted, pleading me to not run away.

Yet, I didn't want to listen to the voice. My mind was concentrating on only one thing and my heart wanted that too.

Joker.

I need to find him.

My eyes widen as a faint glimmer of electric green hair pokes out from behind one of the huge trees. My heart soars as I reach him, my feet running faster than ever, my heart throbbing in my chest.

He turns around at the sound of my running and a wide smile takes its place on his pale and extraordinary face. He widens his arms, waiting for me to reach him. I felt like a child running home, when the school bell rangs.

He is my home.

One.

Two.

Three.

I jump and embrace him, my legs circling around his waist and he holds me, not even tumbling or struggling due to my weight. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around my frail body. The world around me melted away as I squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end. His hands stroked my hair.

"You are safe now, Harley." He whispered into my ear and my heart flutters, as I hug him even more tightly and he does the same.

Finally, I was home.

I wake up.

Cold sweat glistened on my eyebrows. My clothes feel as damp as a flower in the dew of the dawn. I am on my feet, eyes wide as I my feet kissed the cold marble floor. There was not an ounce of sleep left in me anymore and the scenes of my very vivid dream passed by my eyes.

I needed air.

Quickly, without hesitation and without thinking of the consequences, I grab my phone, changed my clothes to that of a hoodie and a tight blue jeans, wearing converse shoes and step out of my apartment, feeling relief flood through me instantly.

Once out, the cold air hitting my face, I breath a sigh of relief ans start walking along the pavement. I was walking unusually slowly, almost robotically, as if my brain was struggling to tell each foot to take the next step. It was as if I were in a stupor; like someone under hypnosis in one of those scooby-doo cartoons.

I thought of the dream.

Why had I been running from someone? Who was that person? Why was that person telling me not to go away, in a begging voice?

My eyes widened and I froze when realisation struck me hard like a bolt of lightning. Time stopped and I couldn't breathe.

It was my own voice. I was running away from my own voice. Why was I running from my own voice?

Come back, Harleen!

My voice echoed around my brain.

You are safe now, Harley.

Joker's voice pleasant, calm and deep voice filled my thoughts and I realised what that dream had meant.

I was running away from Harleen. I was becoming Harley, willingly because of Joker. I was letting myself become Harley and I wanted it. I felt safe and sound being Harley for the Joker only. I felt home with him.

With Mr. J.

"Hey!" Someone catcalled behind me and it broke my thoughts.

I realised the danger and started walking, fast along the pavement, trying to reach my apartment again, it must have been only five minutes.

"Hey! Turn around!" The sound of a drunk man's raspy voice called me from behind, I could hear his faint footsteps trying to catch me and my feet started slowly jogging and walking at the same time.

A hand slapped my shoulder with tremendous force and I flinched, letting out a shriek and tried to run away but before I could do that, in a split second, I was pulled by strong pair of hands, into a dark alley.

"Let go of me!" I shouted, trying to push away from the man and he held me strongly. I could only see the outline of his face and my hand fisted as anger seeped through my veins.

I punched his cheek and he let out a groan, stumbling back in his drunken state.

Using that as an escape route, I pushed myself away from him and ran fast, to my apartment. Once I was inside, I let out a huge breath of relief and winced slightly at the pain of my knuckles.

It was bruised and turning into a purple-blue colour. I traced my finger slowly along the bruise and winced. It was painful.

Ouch.

What an adventurous night!

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