"Close your eyes Harleen! Don't look!" my mother pleads with me. "Just don't watch baby, it will all be okay." the obvious pain in her voice made me cover my ears.
No matter how much she pleaded with me, I couldn't help but watch as my mother was violated right in front of my eyes by a dark haired monster…Her blue eyes filling up with tears, her blonde hair being ripped out of her head, and finally the horrifying man hovering above her broken and bloody form, not paying any attention to her cries, or to the horrified 8 year old behind him.
"Da-daddy …. Stop…stop! STOP" I screeched at him. The dark haired monster turned around while just zipping up his pants and moved towards me, dropping my mother in the process at his feet. She looked at me with fear in her eyes.
"Run Harleen! RUUUUUUN" she screamed at me. I turned on my heel and started for the door, but to avail, I was caught by my wrist in the hands of the devil.
He pressed his snarling face next to mine; it smelled of alcohol and cigarettes "You want Daddy to stop Harls? Is that what I'm hearing?" He shook me so hard I felt my teeth rattle. "Do you want Daddy to start paying little Harleen more attention? IS THAT IT? WELL NOW YOU'VE GOT IT LITTLE GIRL." He slapped me so hard across the face that I could taste the blood from my split lip. The monster unzipped his pants "come here little girl" he snarled
The last thing I could hear before I blacked out was my mother's high pitched screech "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
I jolted awake. "Holy shit…" my body was covered in sweat and tremors where working up my spine. Curling into the fetal position, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks…I can still smell the sweat coming off of my father…his slimy skin, the smell of alcohol…I shivered and looked at my alarm clock.
'4:30am' great, just fucking perfect. I sit up and stretch my stiff body, trying to wake up my sleeping body. I guess I should probably do something productive since I am not going back to sleep after my psychosis decides to dwell on horrible shit.
My room is tiny, but comforting. Its tall light green walls give one the feeling of peace and comfort, well at least that's what they taught us in class, well at least that's what I remember from when I actually went to class. I rolled my eyes. Ha! Gotham University…what a joke that was, anyone with a proper rack could get through the system and achieve high honors without actually turning anything in. It's not like I am stupid or anything, but I am horrible at keeping up with work, I passed every test I took honestly…it was just the papers and projects that I was lacking in, which my professors where eager to help with. I giggled. Today is my first day as an intern in Arkham Asylum, one of the most 'promising' places to work as a psychology student fresh out of Gotham University. My little green room was suddenly becoming too much, to suffocating. I walked outside to my small patio, and place a cigarette to my lips. While lighting it, I laugh at the thought of what my mother would say if she were still around, I wonder that if she could see how I've managed to get where I'm at would she hate me? the tiniest speck of shame was worming its way into my mind...but vanished when i remembered that she would never get to find out... that bastard made sure that she would never see her daughter successful...no matter how she got there. I crushed the filter between my lips. "IT ISN'T FUCKING FAIR" I yelled into the darkness. After my anger quieted a bit, I slumped against the glass door and slid down to the concrete. "Why does that fucking prick deserve to live? Why him?" At this point I wasn't sure if I was asking why did he get to live, or why my mother was stupid enough to stay with such an asshole. I smashed my cigarette out with more force than actually necessary and made my way to the bathroom to start my morning routine.