Hey I'm Sarah. Real Last name is unknown. Well, if you use my adoptive lastname, then my lastname would be Blandin. I'm fifteen years old. I have Platinum blonde hair, and I have really piercing blue eyes, and for the record I'm short, only 5'1.

All I know about my mother is that she was eighteen when she had me, just got out of highschool. I wish I knew her, I wish I would get to meet her. I found about my father when I was twelve his name is Sam, met him when I was thirteen, he comes around from time to time. He won't tell me about my real mom though. There's just something about a mother-duaghter relationship feels so important to me, though.

I continued to stay in deep thought, laying on the floor in my room. I soon got interruped by my Foster parents yelling me to get downstairs. I got up and ran downstairs, each of them giving me a look that made me feel so small. I positioned myself infront of them, biting my bottom lip in fear.

"What the hell!" My Adoptige mom screamed towards me.

"Wh-what?" I gulped. I usually get beat by my adoptive Dad, which will likey happen now.

"You didn't fuckin' cook dinner for us!" What? That's bullshit.

"What? You didn't ask me!"

"Todd, give her a lesson she won't forget." The women stormed out of the room, leaving me with Todd her husbend.

I started backing away slowly.

"Stay here, bitch!" He walked up to me, taking out his belt. The only thing that rang through my head in the moment was, he's going to rape me, he's going to rape me, he's going to rape me, he's going to rape me.

He roughly pulled my shirt off, leaving me in just my sports bra. I shut my eyes, ready for the worst.

Instead I feel the slap of his belt against my skin. I didn't dare cry.

I moved my feeting, Todd didn't like that.

"Brat, I told you not to move!" He back hand slaps me, hard.

He started whipping my harder, I couldn't stand anymore. I fell onto the ground. My adoptive dad switched it up and started kicking me in my stomach.

After what felt like forever, he finally stopped. He walked into his room. I coughed up a little blood.

I layed there, but thought I should get to room incase he came back out again.

I climbed up the stairs, I tried to stand up, but fell back down. I spat out blood.

Crawling into my room amd shuting the door, I notice the amount of pain I was in. I didn't get in bed that night, instead I just layed on my side, holding my legs, in a ball position. I finally allowed myself to cry, which turned into sobbing.

I fell alseep with a tear stained face.


I awoke and my eye lids were a little swollen from the crying last night.

I looked outside my window, it looked still very early.

I got up and started whimpering by the pain. I took my shirt off. Looking in my mirror, red welts all around my back and stomach, along with bruising forming on my rib and stomach area. My cheek hurt from the slap.

My clothes were stained a dark red from my dried blood. I changed into white skinny jeans ripped on my lower theigh and knee, a white tank top, and a black and red flannel long sleeved shirt left unbuttoned.

I limped into the hallway, and into the bathroom. I look at the mirror and noticed my makeup all smuged from the night before, I wash it off, and apply concealer on, I put on black eyeliner and masscara.

I went downstairs, my adoptive parents had gone to work today, thank god.

While eating breakfast I turned on the news, the famous Harley Quinn broke out of Belle Reve Prison, with her boyfriend, Joker.

I lived in New York so you tend to hear about Harley Quinn and Joker, a lot.


I walked along a no named street, thinking, then I hear muffled screams, I slowly turned into the alley way, seeing a man and female beating some guy.

After they were done with the man, they turned around towards me, it dawned on me, they were Harley Quinn and The Joker. Soon one thing filled my mind...

I have to get out of here