This is just a random story idea I felt like writing. Enjoy!
The Joker never forgot a single date, a single time, a single name, or a single face. Not of those he shared a past with, or those who he killed. He never forgets anything… So why does he pretend to forget how he got his scars? Why does he change the story every time? He remembers all too well… and so to I. This is the story of how madness began, the story of how the Joker was born… and the story of how I died.
Past Smiles
(Chapter 1: New Girl)
I remember how I first met him. I had just moved to Gotham from England with my older sister and brother-in-law, and was starting Gotham High… right in the middle of the academic year.
I remember exactly how I looked. I was always short. Pale skin. Long black hair with neon green highlights that always covered the left side of my face completely... Thin, hourglass figure. I always ware black, torn jeans, rock band shirts, thick black eyeliner, and loads of studded jewellery and bullet belts.
Despite my brave looks I was anything but brave. I remember as I walked into the class room on that dark, dingy day, I was more scared than I had ever been in this situation. I walked in slowly. I felt if I walked too quickly the other students would attack me like a pack of wolves. They defiantly looked like wolves to me. Glaring, hateful eyes that bore right through my soul, fangs and claws bared, ready to strike… Wolves were all they could be, and I was the dear caught in their sights.
"Class," Mr Shark began. "this is our new student, Angel Johna. Please make her feel… Welcome." Thought is words were kinds, his face and tone held the same hate as the students. In his voice, a coded command to hunt and kill.
I heard whispers and murmurs from the other kids. "What a freak!" "She is so an Emo." "Someone call Arkham, I think one of their patients escaped!" followed by laughter.
"Seattle down class!" Mr Shark sapped. "Angel, sit over here with Jack" He pointed to a dark corner of the room, so dark I couldn't see the boy sitting there… the little-boy-jack who would become the most infamous villain in the world.
Mr Shark grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to the dark corner and sat me in the chair like a master controlling his dog. As insulted as I was, I kept my mouth shut and just sat there.
I soon got used to the darkness, and that's when I saw him… Pale white skin, black "emo" style hair, bright green eyes…. He seemed to dress a lot like me. Skulls covered his shirt, black jeans, a chained belt, he even ware black eyeliner and had his nails painted black. I couldn't deny I liked him already.
"H… Hi…" I finally spoke, but Jack just stared at me silently. I heard other kids whispering, saying "if she keeps trying to talk to him we just might get to watch him kill her." And "their both as insane as each other, talk about being a freak"
I decided to ignore everyone, and started to doodle on my book. I winced a little as the back of my hand started hurting, where there was a deep cut embedded in my skin. It was turning black, purple and green, but I ignored it. It was just a silly cut. I've had much, much worse before… But suddenly a cold hand grabbed my hand and lifted it up to Jack's face.
"Your hand's badly infected…" He barely whispered. I don't know why, but his voice sounded strangely comforting to me.
"Oh…. It doesn't matter, I'm ok" I smiled a little and tried to take my hand back but he only gripped it tighter.
"You could die if you don't get that seen to by a professional…" He pressed a frozen hand to my forehead. "Your already burnin up…"
"Really? I hadn't noticed." I was lyig through the skin of my teeth now. I felt like I was dying! But I could never let anyone know… or my dad would be… never mind!
"I'll take you to the nurse when class is over…" His eyes finally met mine and I couldn't help but blush a little. "I'm Jack" He gave an ever so slight smile. It was only for a split second, but still a smile none the less.
"I'm Angel…" I smiled a little back at him.