Gone
In which Joker mourns about Harley's death, not caring about the "voices" in his head
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January 9th-
"No, she didn't leave me and stay at Ivy's."
"This time she was really Gone. And I couldn't do anything about it..."
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
My mind replayed that same word over and over, staring at her lifeless body before me.
I was hovered over the ground holding her cold body tightly.
Shamelessly sobbing for her now dead body.
The feelings inside of me mourned with sadness.
My mind urged for me to stop crying, but I continued to pour out tears.
Raging anger and misery took over my insides, making me feel nauseous and even more depressed.
How did I get myself in this situation you ask?
Why did I betray her?
Why am I crying for her?
Because some idiot broke in and shot her in the stomach, that's why.
She was gone.
I'd betrayed her.
I couldn't take back my mistakes.
Because she was gone.
She wasn't with Ivy, she was gone.
And she wasn't coming back...
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The night was even worst then the day time, as I woke up to a horrible nightmare. Sobbing quietly, I glance at Harley's side of the bed.
Empty.
Harley's always been the one to help me when I have nightmares.
To soothe me to sleep.
But I was on my own tonight.
"I wish you were here."
I whisper through the silence, feeling the night air blowing through my room.
The cold feeling of wind makes me shiver, and my lips chap along with it.
I pulled my torn blanket closer to me, and let a single tear fall.
Harley always warmed me up.
A silent sigh, escapes my mouth, as I slowly close my eyes.
"Mistah J?" A voice called out.
My eyes widen as I roll out of bed.
That sounded exactly like Harley.
I put on a shirt, then stopped myself.
Harley's dead dumbass. You buried her yesterday.
I shake my head in despair, and before I could crawl back in bed, another voice appears.
"Why are you ignoring me?"
My jaw drops, leaving me speechless.
Is this what Harley meant by "voices" in her head?
I shrug the voices off, tracing one of my scars with my index finger.
My heart beats rapidly as her voice appears once again.
"Turn your head to the left"
My lips go dry as I hear those words.
Harley always slept on the left side of the bed.
I suddenly get chills as I feel her presence next to me.
I slowly turn my head, a dizzy feeling appearing.
There she was.
Paler then usual, but she was there.
She's gotta be a ghost.
Or my damn imagination...
"No." I whisper, realizing what's happening.
"You're dead." I force out, glaring lightly.
And I'm having another dream...
"I am dead, but I'm still here." She says, a sarcastic tone to her voice.
What the hell was happening?
She isn't really hear.
She's gone remember?
I shake my head turning my head away and shutting my eyes tightly.
Get these voices out of my head...
The same cold wind blows my way once again, making me stutter.
Goodnight, J.
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Joker pov-
I grumble frustratedly, and fling my fist at the wall, causing pain, however.
I loudly laugh at myself, crazily pounding the wall with my foot repeatedly.
I clench both my fists, sighing deeply.
I had been working on who the hell killed Harley, and I didn't know where the f*ck to start.
It was making me insane.
It didn't help that it was midnight, and I was freaking tired.
My head spun with exhaustion, almost enough for me to faint any moment now.
I grumpily slammed my forehead on the table, groaning in response.
"You know, I can help if you want..."
My ocean blue eyes widened, as I slowly got up.
I wasn't dreaming this time...
I turned my head to the door, and saw her, once again.
She was giving me a smirk, crossing her arms, while leaning on the door.
I shook my head rapidly pounding my hand on the table.
"Go away!"
"You're not freaking real!" I yell harshly, staring at the wooden desk, sweat dripping off my forehead.
My head starts pounding, making me even more nauseous then before.
I shut my eyes tightly, hoping for the "voices" to go away.
That's her, right there.
What if she isn't just in your imagination?
I bite my lip, wondering if she was still there.
Silence.
I sigh, about to speak, but surely got interrupted.
"I don't like it when you're angry, especially at me."
I bite my tongue, forcing myself to turn or at least say something.
I turn toward the door once more, staring into her pale blue eyes.
"I-I'm sorry... but you're not real." I say quietly, gazing in the distance.
She stares back at me, her eyes burning in my soul.
"Yah I'm dead, but I'm real." She says softly.
I shake my head, not believing any of this crap.
She's gone.
Before I could turn my head away, she comes toward my direction.
"Would your imagination do this?" She asks.
She stops to look closely at my face, before putting her hand on my cheek, making me shiver in response, pulling back.
Her hand was so cold, painfully pale, and small.
I could feel her tender touch.
It was her alright.
A dead version.
She looks at me, amused with her actions, as she crosses her arms.
"What are you?" I whisper, a tear forming in my eye.
It was her.
She was back.
Sort of...
She smiled, a single tear rolled down her cheek in the process.
"I guess I'm a ghost, then." She says silently, smiling.
She touches my face with her cold hand, wiping the tear away.
My dark red lips, curve into a small smile, as I breath silently.
I didn't believe in ghost until this moment.
She might've not been alive, but her presence was here.
As a ghost.
And I'm okay with that.
"I'm sorry." I whisper through the silence, pulling her closer to me.
She smiles through the tears, shaking her head in response.
"Don't be." She whispers, pulling me in for a hug.
The temperature of her body locks with mine, making us both warm.
Was this really happening?
I must be going insane...
But since when am I not?
She suddenly pulls away, looking at me in disbelief.
Tears form in her eyes, making me look at her with worry.
Before I could say anything, she interrupts.
"Bye."
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Yes, I know... this one shot was slightly sad. :p
But I couldn't think of a happy one, so give me some suggestions!!!
Anyway, stay evil ♦️♠️
-Jslilmonster😙
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