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Song used for this chapter: How To Destroy Angels - A drowning

Chapter 1: Breathing Space

When I opened my eyes up I realized I was the only one in the classroom. This had to be the third time I fallen asleep this week in Psychology. The clock on the wall read 4:28 p.m. Yeah it was time to go. I closed my notebooks and stood up when I noticed Mr. Burly waiting for me by the door.

"It's nice to see you finally awake. Did you have a nice nap?" He had both his arms crossed staring at me from across the room.

I grumbled and nodded throwing my backpack over my shoulder making my way to the door. Mr. Burly put an arm out blocking my exit with a serious look stuck on his face.

"Anna." He sighed. "I know this time has been hard for you losing your mother and everything, but you've got to stay focused. Go home, get some rest. High School is important you know. Why waste the knowledge you can be gaining." With that he handed me a makeup assignment that I assumed I supposedly missed while I was in my slumber. I nodded leaving the classroom.

It's not like I didn't already know my mother was dead. Thanks for reminding me asshole. I sighed walking out to the school parking lot. It was cold out. Just your typical February weather in Gotham. The sky was a dark gray and it looked like it was about to dump snow again. I opened up the car door throwing my book bag into the passenger side then starting the car up. I turned up the heat on high and took off.

The drive home was peaceful. I flipped through the radio stations searching for any descent song. I decided on one and soon after that slow flakes began hitting the windshield. I turned on my windshield wipers and yawned. About ten minutes later a radio announcer came on talking about some crazy lunatic that had just escaped from jail and apparently he was running the streets. What else was new? I quickly turned off the radio and pulled into the apartment complex.

It was nice to actually live on my own. I didn't think my Dad or Mom would ever let me live on my own so young but they seemed really cool with the idea since it wasn't that far from my father, and I did only have three more months of High School then I'd be on my own for good. I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed inside.

I pressed the up arrow on the elevator key waiting for the doors to open. Living upstairs wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. When my mother was alive she'd always worry about me living eleven stories high. She would think about there being a fire or the complex collapsing. I smiled, but stopped knowing thinking about her would just send me spiraling into more of a depression than I already was.

"Elevator is not working today lady." A short older looking Mexican man was mopping the floor a few feet away from me. It seemed he was really focused on doing his job. I'd never seen him here before. I was guessing he was new or something. I nodded understanding since the doors didn't seem like opening.

"Do you know when they might be getting fixed?" I looked at him.

"I don't know." He said as he moved his mopping elsewhere.

Okay then. People here sure are friendly. I didn't want to think about taking the stairs but I knew it would be the only solution to get to where I wanted to go, which was up. Maybe living downstairs would be best or maybe I'm just too damn lazy to climb stairs. Yeah it was both. I started walking up the stairs annoyed as ever, but I needed the exercise anyways. It wasn't that bad. I always had a bad habit of making things into a bigger situation then what they really were. Above me I heard a man yelling out. At first I thought he was fighting with someone. I assumed maybe a girlfriend or something.

"Boss wait I can explain! Please, please give me a chance!" The same voice cried out.

I peeked up above the railing to see what was going on. It might have been an odd thing to do but I was feeling nosey. The man above didn't sound far away. I heard a gunshot and a man came flying downward. I flung myself back against the wall and screamed. There, right in front of me was a lifeless body of once a man that had been crying out a few seconds ago. He had been shot right between the eyes and a pool of blood began spilling out from him. I stood there looking at him frozen with fear trying to figure out what I just witnessed. Apart of my mind was curious who did it, but the other part was telling me to get the fuck out of here and fast. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.

I quickly raced down the stairs reaching for my cell phone ready to dial 911 when something shoved me down from behind. I fell over almost landing on the body. I was flat on my back looking up at some guy in a clown mask. The mask looked liked something you'd see at the fair or maybe even in a scary movie. My sight went directly to the gun he had in his right hand and my thoughts flew over to the man who had just been murdered. This isn't happening, not to me.

"You think you're uh pretty brave there don't ya? What's your name beau-tiful?" A low rumbling laugh escaped from the stranger in the purple suit.

What was I suppose to do? I lay there silent awaiting my death. I knew it was coming. He would point that gun at me and pull the trigger because I was involved now and he would make sure I'd be eliminated very quickly. I just knew it. I sucked in a breath of air and watched his head tilt towards me staring me down like a hunter would for its prey. I felt goose bumps rise up my back and arms.

"Has the cat got your tongue?" His tone was playful almost like a child. The man inched closer to me getting on one knee. It almost looked he was about to propose or something. "Are you deaf?" He said a little angrier now. I noticed his dark eyes through the clown mask. I looked into them. There wasn't a sign of fear or regret in them. He'd done this before.

I gasped as he pressed the end of his gun to my temple. My mind went straight to my father. What would he do losing both his wife and daughter? How would he ever cope? I squeezed my eyes shut awaiting my death.

"I'm getting impatient girly!" He yelled pushing the gun more painfully into my temple. Was this nut giving me a chance?

"Anna." I whispered. Tears of frustration began to roll down my cheeks. I was really going to die tonight. It was just in the cards for me.

"Open your eyes Ann-uh." The way he said my name made me cringe in disgust.

"Look at me!" He yelled as he pulled my chin up. I felt his gloved fingers on my skin. He smelled like gasoline and I could smell coffee on his breath. It was so strong I started feeling sick to my stomach.

I forced my eyes open meeting his dark brown eyes again. I couldn't move. I couldn't think.

"See now that wasn't so hard baby cakes." He slowly moved the gun to my chest and with the other hand under my chin he flipped up his mask very quickly without any hesitation.

What my eyes were seeing now… there were no words. I had to blink a few times to make sure what I was absorbing was real. The first thing I noticed was the huge red permanent grin across his lips. I wanted to smack it off for some reason. His face was covered in some kind of white face paint and his eyes were hidden beneath black eye shadow. But that wasn't all, his greasy green hair hung in curls that rested on the top of his shoulder. I couldn't breathe I felt like he was sucking all the air from me. I wanted so badly for him to put the clown mask back on and leave me alone, but what I was looking at was none other than the Joker. I knew that for a fact. I heard about this creep. He was the one who blew up Gotham General a few years back and he was the crazy lunatic that was running the streets, but why here of all places? Why in my fucking apartment complex? What was he after?

"You're going to listen to me and be a good girl." He pressed the gun into my thigh. "Understand baby? Or I'm uh going to have to hur-t you and I really don't wanna." The Joker smiled big exposing a rotten pair of yellow teeth. His tongue flicked out of his mouth licking his bottom lip.

I nodded once so he could see I understood. Maybe if I listened to him he'd let me go.

"Ah ta ta ta!" He forcefully pushed the gun up my jean skirt still giggling. "I wan-t ya to say uh… Yes Daddy J I understand. Or I'm going to have to uh go bang, bang." I felt the gun push up against the fabric of my underwear as I heard it click beneath me.

I gasped and obeyed. "Ye-s Daddy J… I-I understand." I felt so disgusted with myself.

He removed the gun away from my womanhood. "Good girly!" He clapped his hands in delight and kissed me roughly on the cheek. His lips on my skin felt warm but bumpy as one of his scars rubbed against the corner of my mouth. I wanted so badly to push him off me and wake up from this nightmare.

"Let's go puh-lay." He carelessly lifted me up by the elbow and shoved me against the stairs. "You know the way." He pointed the gun strait to my head from behind. I pulled myself up and started walking up the stairs to my apartment feeling the tears run down my cheeks.

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