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The Purple Covered Notebook
Or
Diary of a Prisoner
I love you Mommy, I love you Daddy I love you Celia, Barbara, Stephanie, Perry, Jesse Jason Michael Frances Am
He came back. I think he's going to kill me. But I'm much calmer now.
I think I've been here about an hour. I love you all and I hope you get to read this someday.
Once upon a time, Liss was walking in the park thinking "I wonder if I will see Jason here?" When suddenly a man in a goofy clown mask ran by, grabbed her, and threw her in a van. The next thing she knew, she was in some old warehouse or something facing down...him. That guy everyone around here knows. I wonder if the other guy everyone knows will show up and save me?
Jason has green eyes. Very pretty.
I'm sitting here in a cell. I had a pen in my pocket and a notebook in my hand. I'm a writer, see, and you never know when you'll get an inspiration.
Not that I ever do. Honestly, I'm a terrible writer.
I want to go home.
I've never been a great writer. I can do poetry sometimes. Shall I write a poem?
No, nothing is coming.
So why am I still writing? Nothing better to do I guess. And it keeps me from wanting to cry and babble like an idiot.
WELL I'M SORRY, I'VE NEVER BEEN KIDNAPPED BEFORE.
If.
Dear God, here he comes again.
Nope, I was wrong. Just one of his henchmen. I like the word henchmen because it sounds like it was invented by an evil six-year-old. (My favorite kind of evil.)
You know I think my sense of humor may be growing back.
Still want to go home.
Slept a little while. Kind of hungry now. And I'm cold. It's October but I didn't bring a jacket. Didn't think I would be away so long.
He came again. This time it was really him. The Joker I mean. He looked pissed as hell. He brought this really cute girl in a jester's hat. She looked pretty biffing terrified of him. I can't blame her of course, but she does work for him (I assume) so what does she have to be afraid of? I'm the one he's going to kill.
He's going to kill me because he employs a bunch of idiots who can't even kidnap the right girl from biffing Gotham Park. So I'm not the one he meant to grab. From what I gather, he wanted some girl named Barbara. Not the one I know, I hope.
Well this was a while ago. I wonder why I'm still around?
Still alive. The Joker has green hair. I just realized that. Green is a beautiful colour, my very favorite. Especially dark, mossy green like that. Green like a forest at night. Green like Jason's eyes. He has beautiful eyes. Am I completely insane to be thinking like this?
You know I honestly don't care. I mean hell, I'm going to die anyway.
Batman won't save me. I bet he's not real. Even if he is, why save me? I'm not anybody. I'm not a commissioner's daughter. Barbara Gordon is. That's who they wanted. Why? Blackmail maybe? Or bait? Bait most likely. Batman is a good friend of her father.
Oh whatever. This is like a stupid comic book or the TBS original movie. Maybe I mean USA original movie. You know, I don't even care.
HOLY EXCREMENT.
Well, they got her. Barbara Gordon. She looks nothing like me, of course. If I was evil I would hire some decent henchmen.
There's that word again.
They threw Barbara in here with me for a minute or two, but then the Joker got the idea that we would plot some fantastical escape together, so he had her moved. I still wonder why I'm still alive.
Now Batman will have to come. Maybe he will save me, too. Or maybe the Boy Wonder will do it. Ha, ha, ha.
Ok, that shouldn't be a joke. But anyone called Boy Wonder cannot be worth too much as a rescuer.
I hate to be redundant, but I want to go home.
He came to visit me again, but this time he looked really pleased. Maybe it's just that clown mask. No that was idiotic. He doesn't wear a mask, that's his face. But anyway, that big permanent smile.
He's very graceful. Elegant, for a nutcase. I won't go as far as to say I have warm and fuzzy feelings for him, but he's so fascinating...
...and green. Lots of green. And purple. Purple like a storm at twilight. Purple like a pretty bruise. White skin like paper. Like something that's really, really dead. Red lips. Like a hooker. Like blood.
Like blood.
The Purple Covered Notebook
Or
Diary of a Prisoner
I love you Mommy, I love you Daddy I love you Celia, Barbara, Stephanie, Perry, Jesse Jason Michael Frances Am
He came back. I think he's going to kill me. But I'm much calmer now.
I think I've been here about an hour. I love you all and I hope you get to read this someday.
Once upon a time, Liss was walking in the park thinking "I wonder if I will see Jason here?" When suddenly a man in a goofy clown mask ran by, grabbed her, and threw her in a van. The next thing she knew, she was in some old warehouse or something facing down...him. That guy everyone around here knows. I wonder if the other guy everyone knows will show up and save me?
Jason has green eyes. Very pretty.
I'm sitting here in a cell. I had a pen in my pocket and a notebook in my hand. I'm a writer, see, and you never know when you'll get an inspiration.
Not that I ever do. Honestly, I'm a terrible writer.
I want to go home.
I've never been a great writer. I can do poetry sometimes. Shall I write a poem?
No, nothing is coming.
So why am I still writing? Nothing better to do I guess. And it keeps me from wanting to cry and babble like an idiot.
WELL I'M SORRY, I'VE NEVER BEEN KIDNAPPED BEFORE.
If.
Dear God, here he comes again.
Nope, I was wrong. Just one of his henchmen. I like the word henchmen because it sounds like it was invented by an evil six-year-old. (My favorite kind of evil.)
You know I think my sense of humor may be growing back.
Still want to go home.
Slept a little while. Kind of hungry now. And I'm cold. It's October but I didn't bring a jacket. Didn't think I would be away so long.
He came again. This time it was really him. The Joker I mean. He looked pissed as hell. He brought this really cute girl in a jester's hat. She looked pretty biffing terrified of him. I can't blame her of course, but she does work for him (I assume) so what does she have to be afraid of? I'm the one he's going to kill.
He's going to kill me because he employs a bunch of idiots who can't even kidnap the right girl from biffing Gotham Park. So I'm not the one he meant to grab. From what I gather, he wanted some girl named Barbara. Not the one I know, I hope.
Well this was a while ago. I wonder why I'm still around?
Still alive. The Joker has green hair. I just realized that. Green is a beautiful colour, my very favorite. Especially dark, mossy green like that. Green like a forest at night. Green like Jason's eyes. He has beautiful eyes. Am I completely insane to be thinking like this?
You know I honestly don't care. I mean hell, I'm going to die anyway.
Batman won't save me. I bet he's not real. Even if he is, why save me? I'm not anybody. I'm not a commissioner's daughter. Barbara Gordon is. That's who they wanted. Why? Blackmail maybe? Or bait? Bait most likely. Batman is a good friend of her father.
Oh whatever. This is like a stupid comic book or the TBS original movie. Maybe I mean USA original movie. You know, I don't even care.
HOLY EXCREMENT.
Well, they got her. Barbara Gordon. She looks nothing like me, of course. If I was evil I would hire some decent henchmen.
There's that word again.
They threw Barbara in here with me for a minute or two, but then the Joker got the idea that we would plot some fantastical escape together, so he had her moved. I still wonder why I'm still alive.
Now Batman will have to come. Maybe he will save me, too. Or maybe the Boy Wonder will do it. Ha, ha, ha.
Ok, that shouldn't be a joke. But anyone called Boy Wonder cannot be worth too much as a rescuer.
I hate to be redundant, but I want to go home.
He came to visit me again, but this time he looked really pleased. Maybe it's just that clown mask. No that was idiotic. He doesn't wear a mask, that's his face. But anyway, that big permanent smile.
He's very graceful. Elegant, for a nutcase. I won't go as far as to say I have warm and fuzzy feelings for him, but he's so fascinating...
...and green. Lots of green. And purple. Purple like a storm at twilight. Purple like a pretty bruise. White skin like paper. Like something that's really, really dead. Red lips. Like a hooker. Like blood.
Like blood.