The room was dark and even though it was silent, a loud ringing noise pounded at her eardrums. The window faced a brick wall, with no view of the outside world at all. Harley laid on her side, staring blankly at nothing. She had no idea what to expect next.
She had jumped in front of Batman's car, to divert his attention from Mr. J escaping. What she didn't know, was that the police were there as well, and slapped handcuffs on her, before sending her to a mental institution for "suicidal tendencies". That annoyed her the most. She wasn't suicidal.
Remembering the events leading up to this, Harley's mouth twitched. She wasn't suicidal, but sometimes she did feel bad about herself.
She sat up in anger. "I'm pretty and pretty darn smart, so why the hell am I so worthless to everyone?!"
Her outburst woke up the girl in the bed next to hers, "Shut the hell up!"
Harley clapped her hands over her mouth. She didn't realize how loud she had been. With a sigh, she laid back down and stared at the ceiling. Maybe she did belong here. Maybe she was crazy and worthless and everything that everyone said about her. A tear stained her cheek and she closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep.
Just as soon as she fell into sleep, the light turned on and a nurse's voice woke her up, "Harleen Quinzel!"
Harley sat up quickly, her heart beating fast. The room was unfamiliar and she had trouble remembering what had happened.
The nurse tapped a pen on her clipboard, "I know it's early, but we need to draw some blood."
The time on the electric clock said 4:30AM. Harley had only been able to rest for about five hours.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and clumsily stood up. Making her way across the room, the nurse started walking into the hallway, "This way, please."
The bright lights were blinding, and Harley had to shield her eyes with her arm. Her gaze searched the building once it was safe to look around.
There was a big hallway with many doors, leading to bedrooms, an office with glass walls, and an examining room. The nurse went into that door. Harley followed her.
"Please sit," the nurse sat down in a chair and gestured to a bigger chair in the corner of the room. An IV bag and medical equipment were next to it.
Hesitantly, she sat down and felt anxious. A male nurse walked in and strapped her arms down. Her panic grew and she looked at them in confusion.
"This is just a safety measure, please don't resist."
The male nurse drew out a large needle, along with sanitizing items. He cleaned her arm with alcohol and a cotton ball. Right before he stuck the needle in her vein, she cried out, "Stop!"
He paused and pulled the needle away, "This is mandatory, miss."
She started shaking from panic, "I- I can't. It's too early- I'm not ready."
The female nurse moved her chair over and sat next to Harley, "If you want, you can hold my hand."
Sniffling, Harley opened her hand, "I guess..."
Having someone else touch her calmed her down. She looked away before the needle went in, and winced as she felt the sharp prick in her arm. Her face paled and she was shaking more. This wasn't how she wanted to spend the morning.
When it was finally over, she drank some water, and retreated to the room she was assigned. The other girl was gone.
Harley delicately climbed into the bed and pulled the blanket over her. She turned on her side and another tear escaped down her cheek, "Mr. J... Why is this happening to me? Why can't I just be home with you...?"