Look at me. Looking at that hideous reflection. Tears running down my face, my cheeks. I didn't have a shirt on, only baggy purple pants. I stared into the mirror.
THIS IS YOUR FALT!
I punched the mirror causing it to cut my chalk white skin. Crimson liquid running down my arm. I stumbled back, falling on some glass. The glass fragment cut into me. Grinding my teeth I backed myself into a corner. Huddling myself I knew I needed to call her. She could help me.
I reached for my cell phone on the vanity with the now broken mirror. It was so close. I kept reaching, creeping closer and closer. Finely I got it. Opening it I tried to dial her number, but the blood was smeared everywhere. Pushing the buttons, I pressed send and with a trembling hand put the phone up to my ear.
Pick up, pick up. I said shaking.
Hello? I heard her say. I instantly felt a wave of relief come over me.
Sis?
Oh hay Joker! Why did you call?
I kind of need you to come over here….
Look brother if this is another joker…
Its not. I mean... It's kind of an emergency.
I'll be right over.
It felt like hours waiting for her to come.
It startled me when she knocked. Announcing her to come and she soon saw my hand and ran over to me.
JEASES CRIST JOKER! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THIS TIME? She said pulling some thread, and rubbing alcohol out of her bag.
Did you get in a fight? Let me guess, Batsy! Ooohhh I'm going to KILL him.
NO, it wasn't BASTY. I hugged her and started to sob.
I did it my self! I said gesturing towards the mirror.
Why?! She said hastily
I don't know, I've been very irrational lately. The voices, the FUCKING VOICES!
She hugged me and shushed me.
How about I stay here tonight. I haven't got anywhere to sleep anyways.
I pushed away and smiled. That would be nice sis…
Now give me your fucking hand!
Giving her my hand she poured the rubbing stuff, pulled a needle out of her hair and started to stitch up my hand.
Thanks sis…
You don't have to thank me; you did this to me when I was younger. Remember when I first started to throw knives?
Yay! And me and you were throwing it back and forth and the knife went strait through your thumb. I said laughing.
Ya I think thoughs were my first stitches! She laughs also.
But sis thanks a lot for coming down. You know it means a lot, cuz this old clown doesn't have much generosity coming tords him!
You tried to kill every one… WHAT DO YOU EXPECT!? She said laughing more.
Do you remember when we dyed penguins hair hot pink. She said wiping a tear from her eye.
Yep thoughs were good times sis.