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One Week Later…
"I'm out of here" I say letting the closing cook know.
"Alright see you tomorrow Meg" Mike says.
I walk out of the back leaving the mop there for Mike and quickly changed in the bathroom in to a pair of black leggings and put on my favorite over baggie red sweater on, I got at Forever 21 the men side, then my black beanie and knock off Ugg boots. I tightly roll my stained Dinner dress and tan stockings in my bag with my slip on white keds. As I walk out of the girl's bathroom I lock it and throw the keys on the counter. I walk out of that diner wishing I had my car or enough money for cab fair but I don't and no one's gonna help me out so whatever. I lived about a little over an hour away if I was walking only like ten minutes if were driving at my normal high speed.
I really need to fix my car. After awhile of walking on the streets of Gotham keeping my head down as back alleyway deals were made and addicts were traded. Guess people are less scared of Batman this week normal they quiver in their little criminal boots which made it more comfortable for me to walk home but not to night. Then I stop dead in my tracks, I turn my head facing the same back alley that I killed that man, that I meet the Joker.
Some part of me wanted to walk down there to see if he'd be there waiting to save me again. I shake my head that's ridicules thought. I had no clue why I had become so obsessed with the idea of him it's all that I ever thought about. I shake my head and continue walking to my house.
I hummed along to a song in my head trying to pass the time thought about how tomorrow gonna be a good day how school tomorrow is going to be enjoyable how I'll stop thinking of the stranger, Joker to come in to my life and changed it tare it down and save me. I lied to myself with all these thoughts I know it. I halted when I heard footsteps behind me I was scared as I felt a pair of eyes burning, staring at me. I know I have been calling myself stupid and childish for wishing to see him but I really do hope it's him because if it's not that means it's someone else and the last time I had a run in with someone of the streets things were awful.
I turn slowly to see the street light held no one in view, continue to look for the owner of the footsteps I heard but found no one. I just continue to walk faster I just want to be safe in my room. With no more interruptions I made it to my street looking at my house seeing there were still lights on. This night couldn't get worse.
I walk in to my house hoping they don't hear me enter; slowly I try to drift in my room passing the living room.
"Hey!" my drunken father calls to me.
I sigh and turn I have been caught.
"Where've you been?" he asks.
His face red and sweaty and a beer in his hand.
"Work" I tell him.
I don't want to deal with him tonight, I just wanna go to sleep I have school soon.
"Work" he snorted. "Why the hell you out so late?"
"Work" I answer again wrinkling my forehead in annoyance.
"Get out of here you stupid bitch" he mumbles plopping down on his old recliner.
I roll my eyes now that he's not looking at me. I start to walk off than his raspy voice yells for me again.
"What?!" I'm pissed now.
"Hey don't you take that tone with me!" he sternly said pointing his finger at me. "You left a fucking mess last night, your mother spent all morning cleaning it"
"Sorry" I huff.
"Don't do it again you make a mess you clean it up, stupid girl"
"Yes!"
"Stop with the tone or I slap it out of you!"
"Okay sorry" I say softly.
I leave the room and walk in my room quietly shutting my door behind me. Why do I even come home, why bother? I shake away all my bad thoughts leaving them for another night; I just can't deal right now. I start to get ready for bed taking a shower, pulling my hair up and fixing my covers.
Before I lay down I reach in my bag to pull out my apron taking the twenty-two bucks I earned tonight in tips out I open my closet and pull out a shoe box I had laying on the floor. Opening it my heart drops in my stomach and my face turns red most all the money I had in the box is gone.
"Just fuck" I hit my fist on the wall.
I throw my head back breathing heavy trying to control my anger. I wanted to cry from all the burning rage inside on me. I could kill him, I really could all I have to do is grab a knife and stab him it's easy just walk up to him and put it to his throat one hand movement and all my rage could be satisfied. I'm going to murder my father if I don't get out of this house.
I quickly got up a shoved my window open crawling out I hit the thin air in front of me imaging my father bloody body in front of me. I exit through the gate and sit in front of my house on the curb of the street. I tried so hard to save that money and he took it because my work to him means nothing. I bring my knees to my chest holding them tight with my arms trying to stay warm.
Smartest person ever I'm outside in freezing weather in pair of pink short shorts some modest people may mistake for boy shorts underwear and tight white spaghetti strapped shirt with a pink over shirt matching the shorts barefoot. I close my eyes laying my head on my knees wishing all this anger, sorrow just in general all these feelings would go away.
"Lookie, lookie what have we got here" His voice sounds like a child playing around.
I knew without looking up who it was, Joker. He had made an everlasting impression upon me I know even if I forgot everything I would remember him. I look up to him I knew it was properly the best idea was to smile but I couldn't, I am not happy.
"Hi" It was dull and didn't at all match the excitement in his voice.
I still am curled in to myself looking for some warmth. He sits down next to me with a frown. His long boney farm was well suiting is the moon light however, the painted face still made me shiver. I didn't show it though.
"WhaT's wrong life's-a got ya down?" he asks with a mocking sympathetic tone.
I ignore his mocking tone and answer as if he really asked wanting my answer.
"I hate my life" I turn to him he look unaffected by my words.
I just look back down fiddling with my fingers.
"I go to school all day with teachers who really don't care than work being ever ass's waitress and come home to what? A bigger ass of a dad and an addict mom. What's life, what's the point of it? Because if this is living I really don't understand"
"You see-a that's what I have been tryin ta say" he drags his word as he breaths out. "If ya live the way they-a tell ya to ya will always come out empty handed" he licked his lips and smacked the together before continuing. "But ya seeeee" he shakes his head not looking let's say all there. "If ya change it change the ruleS they-a won'T know what ta do and then it sets in" His smile was long with fire burning in his eyes. "Chaos!" his body jumps at the word longing for it.
"How do I change the rules? What Rules?"
"Oh-ah-ya-see" he held up his hand slowing me down. "Of order, this sense that-a people are more than just raved dogs looking for a bite" he spoke as if the whole idea of good people was crazy. He continued to talk with his hands. "Cuz people" he raised an eyebrow to me, his voice husky. "Are just looking for a bite" I remember that tone it freighted me once before.
I couldn't deny what he said though; I have never met someone who didn't want something from me.
"Your right" I tell him.
"Ah-ha-ha-eh" he laughed quietly.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
I wish I saw that much humor in the world I might actually be happy once and a while.
"Well ya see dalin" he soft slowly mocking my understanding skills. "Ya-your" he was still chuckling. "The first person to agree with me who-um didn't completely agree just for the pure benefit of IT"
"Do you agree for the benefit or just knowing its true?" I ask him.
He seemed to think my question was too personal I could tell on his face. I can guess not many people if any looked pass his abnormal demeanor to get to know him or ask his reasoning for anything.
"I mean do you believe in the end its true no one looks out for anyone just looks for a bite because you gain whatever you want in that view without regret or do you know it's true and you just living?" I ask my question more complex.
"I believe in chaosss because chaos is the only true enD, chaos will never fail ya, can't fight it" he seemed angry and passionate but as he spoke it's like he was preaching out of the good book. "Meaning of the world isssssss…. chaosssss!" he smacked his hands together as he hissed 'chaos'.
I jump startled by his clap.
"Do you still believe in hope?" I wanted to know.
"Hope" he said the word like it was a joke. "Hope true meaning ya-see-here is-a liesss"
I look down feeling very girlish. "I hoped I would see you again" I admitted softly not daring to look at him.
He didn't say another word nor did I. we both sat there quiet as mice. After what I think is to be an hour I tire of the silence. Perhaps small talk would be better than our beliefs and things as such.
"How old are you?" I ask looking to him.
His face was still for all of the silence but as I asked his eyes moved looking around the street than to me. His grin devilish.
"Ya sure-a like ta know a lot about a-ya person don't-cha?"
"Well come on" I ask bumping him a bit on the middle of his arm with my shoulder. "Tell me"
He sighed shaking his head. "How old are you, dearrrrrry?"
"Seventeen" I sigh. "And now you're not gonna tell me how old you are"
"Ahhh ya see sweetHEART, you are righT" he laughed for a moment.
I shake my head. Yeah I guessed.
"Alright than" I say.
I wrap my arms around my skinny legs more trying to keep the air off of them. I shiver as the air nips at my neck. I see him look at me confused.
"So I'm guessing since you won't tell me your age you're not gonna tell me you name, are ya?"
He laughed for a moment. "Ah-ha-ha, no, no nooo"
"Well can I call you Jay?" I ask.
Joker was his crime name and it felt not right to call him that. To me his not a criminal he's a person I want to know better.
"Jay? Hmmm, I-a yeah-a I like JaYY"
I smile to him glad I found something I could call him besides Joker. His eyes brightened to me filling the black color with a toxic green. What made him so happy? I careful managed to wiggle my body closer to his without drawing his attention.
The body heat the came off of him felt so warm like a fire, my legs were so white my blue veins very visible because of the cold I have endured. Again silence took over and we sat quiet enjoying each other's company. I soaked in his smell cigarettes and gunpowder, I loved his sent abnormal as it is. My eyes were so heavy with the want of sleep but I denied I want him over the need of sleep no I need him over sleep.
I yawn in to my hands finding his body to lean mine on, by this point I no longer care if I was too close to him I couldn't keep myself up any more. Resting my head on his shoulders it felt like heaven, just him being here comforts me more then I have ever been in my life. After a second I felt his hands shaky move around my shoulders pushing me in to him more. I smile and snuggle in to his chest.
Finally something made since, he made since. My eyes grow heavier I tried my hardest not to fall asleep on his chest. Every once and a while I went in and out of sleep.
"You see it" his words hissed in my ear. "The world, was-a…" his voice trails off as black filled my vision.
"…You and me, Meggg...yyy"
"Huh?" I try to speck.
"Shh-hush-shh" he whispers me.
Finally I felt the warmth I was so in need of earlier and the sleep finally won.
The light found my eyes waking me from my deep sleep. I rub my eyes turning in my bed to see my clock '10:26' I defiantly over slept and school has been going on for a long while. I shrug it off and get out of bed nothing I can do now. As I exited my bed I saw a Joker card sitting on my nightstand grabbing it I read what was written on it.
'Alleyway tonighT. –J'
I smile and put the card in my scrapbook my grandmother gave me. I started to get dressed for the day making sure to groom myself perfectly. Talking an hour in the shower deep conditioning my hair and shaving till I was silky smooth I finally stepped out wrapping myself in the bathrobe. I didn't bother to blow dry or do my makeup, all my stuff is crap.
I needed better makeup actually makeup more than cheap foundation and powder followed with cheep mascara. I didn't want to look like a girl who had no clue how to do her makeup. Looking around I walk out of my bathroom to my mom's room no one seemed to be in it I walked in the bathroom grabbing out all her makeup. My mom was the best at makeup she had so much it was crazy all from Mac and other name brand places, whatever she didn't spend of drugs she spent on her makeup. I knew all her tricks that were the only way we ever bounded here and there.
Pulling out her big case I started doing my makeup, it was perfect her skin was as fair as mine. After a good forty minutes my eyes were covered with white eye shadow on my lid then a dark grey on my cresses following down under my eyes and a heavy line of black wet eyeliner making a small cat eye, my lips a ruby red and cheeks contour and flushed pink. By the time I was ready to curl my hair it was dry I curled it perfectly parting it to the right. After I was done I put back everything where I found it not leaving any advice I was here. Then rush to my closet knowing I need to wear my outfit of outfits! Putting it on, I look in the mirror feeling like the hottest woman ever.
Black cotton high wasted pelted mini skirt, with a white sheer button up shirt stopping at my collar bone with a laced collar, tucked perfectly in my skirt, on top of the button up was a grey cardigan with two pockets low underneath my breasts, the cardigan stop where the skirt and shirt met, then I put on a black long fabric coat leaving it un buttoned, the back of the coat was silt open, I also wore classic black see-through stockings that attached with garters to add to my sexy feel. You can't see the garters unless my skirt was to blow up a little, or I sit down or I wanted you to. And one top of the stockings were over the knee dark grey socks and a pair of six inch lace up ankle boots. I look hot.
As I saw myself in the mirror, for once I felt beautiful.
I'm a bombshell he's gonna love it. I touch my lips thinking of his ruby red ones, I darkened my eyes more than normal to add to the hollow look I want much to look perfect next to him. I guess that's silly I tried matching my makeup with what I guess he uses oil face paint. I think I love him. Yeah I love him.
I wasted hours till I finally started to walk down to the alleyway I knew he meant. I ditched work and school today to see him and I could care less, I normally ditch school but I have never blow off work unless I was beaten and bleeding on the bathroom floor. After twenty minutes of walk in these heels I wanted to through them off but it's all for the sex appeal I remind myself. I laugh realizing I have never looked this good in front of him the first time we meant I was in yesterdays makeup half sobbed off a man's shirt and over sized jackets, and my hair was ratted and wet in a ponytail, yesterday night I had no makeup on hair pulled in a wet bun in .
Now I am done up like a doll a sexy doll. I finally came to the alleyway entice I took short steps minding were I was walking not waiting to trip over anything. Walking down the alleyway for a bit it took longer to get to the dead end not running, before I turned the corner to the dead end I took a dead breath and fixed any fly away hairs.
"Boss, boss please I'm-I'm sorry" screamed a man.
I stopped dead in my tracks what if it's not him then I'm dead I look way to good to be walking down alleyways. I peek my head out seeing Jay kick the man's ass literally. The Man fell to the ground begging.
"Ah-wow-oh-oh-ha-ah-ha-he-he-wow-oh!" Joker laughed slashing the man's throat.
I gasp stepping back hitting something on the ground causing noise. I cursed myself shutting my eyes tight. He laughs stopped his footsteps were light on the ground.
"Come out come out wherever ya are!" he shouted excited.
I couldn't move it scared me to see him just end a life.
"Ah-ha-wow-ha!" he jumps in front of me pinning me to the wall with the knife to my throat.
"Joker!" I squirm.
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