32 | bad

(adj) failing to conform to standards of moral virtue or acceptable conduct

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                    The street-lights were blurry and my heart was aching, tears still shedding from eyes, as I wipe them away and continue driving, wanting to reach home and feel the comfort of my bed and probably stay there for the rest of my life.

The cars swished past me, in a blur and I tried to stay focus, driving the car slowly to prevent myself from crashing into something, eventhough the road was almost too empty. It was one a.m. And, there was not an ounce of sleep in me. All I wanted was to cry and cry, and drown in my tears of sorrow.

Suddenly, the sound of sirens filled the air, surrounding me and I squint my eyes through my window, to look at what was happening. A police car was driving right by my side and there was another and another...

What the hell is happening?

The man in the car gestured for me to pull the window down and I frowned.

I don't remember doing anything bad. Why are they following me?

But, I did as they asked me to, eventhough I was certainly not in the mood. Pulling the window down, the cold air hit my face and I shivered.

"Please stop the car! Pull over ma'am." The man in the dark blue uniform said and I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling annoyed.

Immediately, I slammed my feet on the accelerator and sped off. I turned the car, twisting and driving, trying to get rid of them, as the police cars furiously followed me. After a few more turns, I was convinced that I had lost them, as I could not hear the sirens anymore. I did a little victory dance and slowed down the car.

From behind there is a sudden blast from a siren and a police cruiser appears in my mirror, the red and blue lights flashing brightly in the gathering gloom of the night. "Pull over now!" The man shouted.

"Shit." I mutter under my breath and curse as I pulled to the side, come to a stop and get out, waiting for the officer to get out and make his approach, flashlight in hand.

The minutes drag on slowly and my heat rate is faster than it's ever been, but I keeped a calm composure about it.

"Ma'am." The police officer said, standing infront of me. "We found a dead heart in the public dustbin below your apartment earlier. And, analysing it, we found your fingerprints on it. You are Ms. Quinzel?" The man said slowly, observing me carefully.

Realisation dawned on me, like a bucket of cold water, freezing me on the spot, my eyes opening wide. "Shit!" I muttered under my breath.

"You are under arrest for murder, drunk driving, and for going beyond the speed limit, which doesn't neccesarily put you in jail but yeah." He said in his gruff voice, and I blink my eyes furiously, trying to register the situation.

Is this really happening? Am I getting arrested? A murder I never did.

"What?" I breathed out. "I didn't do it."

"Anything you want to say can be said in the court." He said and gestured for one of his men to handcuff me.

"No wait! Wait!" I yelled. "I didn't do it. It wasn't me."

This night was already bad. Now, its becoming really worst. The policeman approached me, but suddenly my fist was slamming into his face and blood pooled in his mouth. He stumbled apart for a brief second to catch his breath before narrowing his eyes at me in determination, holding the handcuffs in his hand.

"... and for physically assaulting a cop." The man from earlier said and I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. Pain blazed up my arm at the punch I gave but it was slowly going away and I realised why.

Ivy's flowers.

My hands trembled as the cold metal, cuffed my hands, keeping them in place. I looked down at my handcuffed hands, and never in my life thought that I would get arrested.

Its true.

What they all say is true.

I'm changing.

And the worst part is that, he is changing me.

This would have never happened if it wasn't for him.

Burning rage flowed through me at the thought of him. White knuckles from clenching my fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, my hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. My face was red with suppressed rage, and when the policeman set a finger on my shoulder, I swung around and mentally snapped.

"Don't. Touch. Me."

He backed away immediately and I started walking towards the their car and hopped in the back seat. The door shut behind me and I tried to suppress my uncontrollable anger.

An idea popped in my mind out of nowhere. A nasty and cruel idea, from which my heart raced faster. Sweat droplets trickled down my forehead as I thought of the consequences, but I was overwhelmed by the heartache, the anger and the alcohol. The words left my mouth even before I could stop.

"I know the Joker's place. I can bring you to him. He was the one who did the murder. He sent the dead heart as a gift to me." I said sternly and the policeman in the driver seat turned around, a few seconds passed as he studied me.

"The Joker you say?" He asked.

"Yes." I beg. "The one and the only."

I see the hesitation in his eyes and I gulp. "Trust me. I'm his psychiatrist. I'm Dr. Quin--"

"Dr. Quinzel?" He asked suddenly alert and alarmed and I released a huge sigh.

"Oh yeah! The joker's psychiatrist! I forgot, I'm so sorry ma'am." His eyes gleamed with delight and shock as he gave me a sorry smile and gestured for the man beside him to remove my handcuffs and he did. Relief flooded through me and I rubbed my wrists, feeling calm now.

Why didn't I just say my name before? Ugh. I'm stupid.

"Its an honor to meet you, doctor. If I had known, I would have never doubted you. Being the Joker's psychiatrist ... of course he would sent you a dead heart! I'm so sorry ma'am." The policeman said and I gave him a small smile, my heart strings pulling whenever he says joker. Then his face turned serious.

"Are you sure you know his place?" He asked, rubbing his chin.

My body was filled with determination and thrill. And, at the same time, nagging guilt coursed through my veins and I tried ignoring them, as goosebumps erupted all over my body at the thought of seeing him again, but for a different reason.

"Yes."

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