"In which the Joker pushes Harley, a little too hard"
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Get out of my room!" He slams the door loudly, enraged with anger.

My lips tremble, staring blankly at the shut door, closing my eyes while letting the tears fall.
"Our room." I whisper to nothing.

I let my back rub against the wall, sinking down as I slam my butt against the concrete.
Curling my body into a ball, I sob into my knees, a hitch in my heart. Why couldn't I just face it? He doesn't love me. Nor will he ever love me. Why couldn't he just let me die inside those chemicals? I'd rather end my life then go through this pain I'm facing now.

I guess I was just that annoying bubbly blonde he's always hated.
I guess I really did get on his nerves, to the point when he's locked me out of our own room.
I guess he really didn't love me like I thought he did.

I clench my fists, screaming at the thought of him. Forcefully standing up, I barge into the bathroom, locking the door behind. It's about time I felt pain.

Angrily stripping off my clothes, scrubbing the excess makeup off my face, I stared at my bare body in the mirror.
My pale, porcelain, skin didn't gleam like it used to.
"Face it Harls, your'e just an ugly ass bitch." I spit out, regretting nothing.

Staring at my bare body in the mirror, I realized I'd gotten even skinnier throughout the past six months.
My slim waist like I remembered, was even slimmer.
Must've been the pressure.
I guide my long fingernails along my face, feeling my jawline and chap lips.
Glancing at myself once more, I notice dark circles clearly seen under my eyes.
Sighing abruptly, I pull my hand away, walking toward the tub.

I turn on the freezing cold water, making sure it was ice cold.
My lips tremble as I start sobbing to myself. What happened to that confident, beautiful, Harley six months ago?
That Harley's gone now. So is that kind hearted, loving, Joker.

Salty, warm, and doubtful tears flood through my eyes, streaming down my face. "I'm so useless." "Nobody loves me."
My whispers echo through the halls, my cries becoming faint.
Before the water nearly floods the tub, I put my small foot inside.

The touch of ice cold water makes my whole body shiver, making me force a small grin.
Memories of us together fills my mind as I dip my entire body inside the freezing cold water.
My breathes become faster in seconds, my heart rate slowing down.

This is what it's like to feel pain.
Real physical pain.

My lips shiver as my thumb opens the box cutter, my trembling hand slowly holding it up for me to see.
The running water fills up to my neck, close to my chin.

"I-I'm sorry." I whisper for no one to hear.

The knife moves to my neck, slicing it slowly as the pain worsens, the cold entering my entire body, blurring my vision and making me instantly dizzy.
"I l-love you J." I say faintly.

Before I take my last breath and shut my eyes forever, I give a small smirk and stare at the blurred white ceiling.

"Goodnight, Harley." Are my last, final words.

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Joker-
It's been three damn hours and she still hasn't said sorry. She always says sorry.
I grumbly shake my head, forcing myself to look for her. Then I saw it. The hallway light were on and the closed bathroom light was on with it. She had to be inside.

Fuming mad, I breath slowly to help me calm down.

Knocking on the door slowly, I hoped for a reply and unfortunately didn't get one.
"Harley, open this damn door!" I scream, banging loudly.

I mentally slap myself, shooting the door down instead.
And then I saw her.

Not alive and well, not sobbing sadly over the kitchen sink, not happy to see me.
Dead.

The cold, red, water overflowed outside of the tub, her lifeless body holding onto a freaking box cutter.
Looking at her lifeless body was horror, bringing pain to my entire body.

My mind could not process the sight of her, pale slim body, surrounded with large wounds and darkly colored bruises.

"Harley, what the f*ck were you thinking?!"
"This is all your fault!"

I shout, dropping to my knees, while turning off the water pipe.
I shake my head, gruffly standing up.

Reality strikes when I realized what I'd just said.

"No."
"This is all my f*cking fault." I forcefully say, the words spilling out in a jumble.

As much as I denied it, I was in love with her. I'd give everything for her, and I showed no affection toward that whatsoever. And now she's dead. Because of me. I pushed her. Took advantage of her. Lost her.

Sobbing In her cold, pale, chest I whisper something I'd never take back.

"I love you Harley, so-so much." I say, before sobbing lightly.
My sobs fill the entire room, large enough for Frost to hear.
But I didn't give a damn.

"I'm so sorry." I scream out, holding her tightly.
My clothes were getting wet from the overflowed water and blood from the tub, but I didn't care.

Staring at her perfect face, I notice the small smirk formed on her plump red lips.

And I knew she had forgiven me.

Hey guys!!!
I know this short story's sad, but I promise I'll do more happy ones filled with fluff in the future 😊
Also, give me some recommendations in the comments!!!
P.S.- Thanks for the encouragement on publishing this book sibanshee 👍🤗
And thanks for the amazing cover pieceofcupcake  and sibanshee once again👌😘

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-JsLilMonster