This is based off of a dream I had recently, that I decided to try and turn into a full story. I do not own the Joker…but I DO own a poster! Joker doesn't appear till next chapter, wanted to get the basic "Why I'm screwed up" out of the way first.

My weary eyes slowly open. I'm alive….I guess. What day is it? What time is it? None of that matters. I rise up from my bed, a single mattress on the floor in the corner of my small room. I switch on the light, and get dressed as quick as possible. It's not long before it starts.
My door is kicked open. "Good morning you filthy whore!" My stepmother throws a bucket of freezing water on me. It doesn't bother me, I don't feel much anymore.

It's been this way for as long as I can remember. My parents divorced when I was two, and my dad was quick to remarry. We all moved in together, my father Darren, stepmother Gina, and her kids, Abel and Nicole. Right after that, everything went downhill. Gina manipulated my father into thinking I was worthless and horrible and spread lies to my whole family.

Everyday is the same. I get screamed at, beaten and bruised. No one cares. Bones have been broken, more hospital visits than I can remember, and yet, I'm still here.

I spend my nights pondering my existence and my worth, and still can't find a reason. It all just seems like some sick game…..

Gina leaves me there to shiver for a little while. I simply curl up on my bed and wait. I don't talk anymore. When she comes back, she's still screaming at me, but has to leave for work.

I spend my days cleaning the entire house, doing laundry, etc. If anything isn't done well enough to please her I get beaten with a belt and have to starve until the next day. I make my way into the kitchen, and oh no. Abel's stayed home from school. His eyes are daggers stabbing me with his malice. I am frozen in fear.

He uses the opportunity to tackle me and start punching me. "You're such a stupid bitch, did you know that? No one loves you! You mean nothing! You don't even deserve to die!" He hits me harder and harder. He busts my lip open, blood flowing from my mouth, dripping and forming a pool on the floor. I do nothing. I feel the air gush out of me as he knees me in the gut, dropping me to my knees, and then I feel his sweaty meaty hands around my head as he slams my skull into the floor. Everything fades to black….When my eyes open, its dark, which means everyone will be home soon, and Abel had apparently left after knocking me out.

I quickly scrub my blood off the floor. But…something's different. All the tension and pain I've felt….is gone. Everything makes sense. It's very simple, really. Everything is…a game, a simple game. No rules. Games are supposed to be fun, right? Well, it's my turn to have fun. This house is playing by MY rules now. I go on a rampage. I break all the lamps, throw food on the walls, and knock everything over. Anything that looked nice before is now either smeared on the wall, broken, or knocked over.

The kitchen was the beginning. I walk upstairs, dumping my dad's rather expensive wines all over the carpet. I destroy the bedrooms as well. The whole time I can't stop laughing.

When I'm satisfied with my work…..I sit in my room. Laughing. Waiting.

"Things are going to change around here, oh yes."