A/N: So here's the latest installment and like always i hope you will all enjoy it. This chapter isn't as long as i would have hoped, but i really want to get this out. Umm Thanks for all the reviews!(: lol I think this chapter is more my style and more my liking, though idk if you fine people will agree. it's definitely interesting though, and i really think this is the start to this story like officially because from here, the shit will hit the fan! Anyway, not much else for me to say only that EVERYBODY SHOULD GO SEE DEAR JOHN!!!!! Best movie, but DONT see it if you don't want to cry because this movie brings tears to everyones eyes like even my guy friends had tears lol that and um if you haven't seen Vampire Diaries yet, you should see it lol
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Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever

- Dear John, Nicholas Sparks

After what seemed like ages, my eyes slowly opened, my head groggily shaking itself back into awareness. I sleepily looked around to my surroundings only to be met with darkness, and yet that didn't surprise me. I found that I was propped up against a bed frame, the mattress underneath me covered with a thick comforter that felt like silk against the skin of my hands. And I instantly was reminded of the last time I had, had this experience.

Ever so slowly, I slid off of the bed but when I felt my bare feet make contact with the cold from the wood floor, I stopped dead in my tracks. The last time I had been conscious, I had been wearing shoes. This realization only fueled my anger.

Tip-toeing across the room, I finally made contact with a wall which I followed until I came across a light switch. Flicking the switch, I hoped to see light, only nothing happened. Again, I hit the switch only to have the same thing happen. Frustrated, I slammed my fist against the wall.

I rested my head against the wall for a few more moments before I walked back over to the bed and began looking for any sort of table where their might have been a lamp. This time, luck seemed to be on my side. Next to the bed there was a small end table with a small lamp on top of it. I carefully ran my fingers along the lamp to find a switch, and after a few moments, I found it. Squeezing my eyes shut, I turned the switch.

I could see the light through my closed eyelids, and I squealed in delight.

My eyes opened and it took me a few seconds to become accustomed to the light, but once I did, I turned to see the room around me.

I was surprised to find it rather.. dull. There was no eccentric paint on the walls, no flamboyant colored blankets and no other Joker paraphernalia. It looked like your average, run of the mill bedroom, and that worried me. This wasn't the same room I was taken to last time, and I wasn't even sure if it was the same building, and that only meant more people were getting hurt.

I stood there just staring around for minutes on end and, as if on cue, the door swung open and a smiling Joker skipped into the room.

" Hello there, darling." He sayed, kicking the door closed loudly. I looked into his dancing orbs once before turning away, crossing my arms across my chest. He huffed angrily before moving towards me, grabbing my arm roughly." Let go of me." I seethe, trying to pry my arm loose of his grip, he smirks in response. " Ya know sweets, I should be mad at you. Not-ah the other way around." He drawls, smacking his lips together in the only way the Joker can, and my anger bubbles over.

But I start out with an enraged laugh.

" You're kidding me right? You kidnapped me, twice. You worked with your ex which almost got me killed. You destroyed me physically and mentally and you screwed me over, literally. But worst of all is, in a heartbeat, I would have taken you back. You did that to me. So no, Joker, it shouldn't be the other way around." His grip had momentarily loosened before tightening more so than it had been, and he threw me against the opposite wall.

His body was pressed against mine, like it had been so many times before, and his lips brushed against my ear. " Don't-ah act like you didn't like it." I squirmed underneath his grip and tried pushing him away, refusing to give him an answer. He caught my face in his hands and made me look at him, his face contorting into somewhat of a frown, I stared back emotionless.

" Annabelle, I… never wanted to hurt you, but when you're with me-ah getting hurt is inevitable."

He began chewing at his scars nervously as he stared into my eyes. And for a second, I wanted to give in.

" That's why I left." I reply coldly, and he growls angrily, punching his fist into the wall. He pushes himself away from me and begins pacing, his knife twirling in his hands.

" You don't even know," He whispered before getting louder, " Every time I hurt you-ah I made sure you were okay. Every. Time. I was the one who made the phone call to your darling Bruce Wayne. Me, Annabelle. I couldn't live-ah with myself if something had happened to you." He finished, his head cocked to the side as he glared, the knife still in his grasp. I felt the oncoming of tears as he spoke about that night.

He could see the tears in my eyes, and that triggered him to come closer, using his free hand to caress my face. I brought my hand up to meet his, intertwining our fingers as I brought his hand down. I looked up to his eyes as I began to speak.

" You remember when Shannon tried to kill me?" I asked softly, and his brown eyes hardened at the mention of her name, he otherwise nodded.

" Well, before I went completely under, before I… died… do you want to know who I thought of?" My gaze had wandered down to our intertwined hands, ready to break down every last barrier, every last bridge. With his other hand, he brushed back a piece of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear. It would have been a picturesque moment, if you didn't factor in the psychotic clown part of it.

" Who?" He asked staring intently into my eyes, his makeup smeared onto his face falling off in places, but there was something in his eyes, something I remembered seeing once before.

"Bruce."

There was silence. And in the longest time I had known the Joker, I can't remember a time where he had nothing to say, or a time when his laughter didn't erupt out of nowhere, breaking any chance of silence.

The silence dragged on for a few more seconds before a quick, throaty laugh erupted from his body, and he pushed himself away from the wall, over to the door, and slammed it shut, leaving me alone in an unfamiliar room for a second time.

I let out a breath I hadn't remembered holding as I slid down the wall, onto the floor, tears pouring form my eyes. I had no idea what I was crying about, because this situation was all too familiar to me to actually be frightening, and I knew everything I had told the Joker had been true. I guess, I just wished it wasn't. Because when I said I would have taken him back in a heartbeat, I meant it. Even if that heartbeat was tomorrow, I would still throw it all away for him.

But I couldn't let him know that.

It's much harder to tell time when you have no distinct way of actually knowing the amount of time that has gone by, and so I sat there, once the tears had finally subsided, and stared at the wood panels of the floor board. There were no windows, no clocks, no nothing. Just a simple room with a simple bathroom, and a number of other simple things.

There were so many things dancing in my mind, and at the same time, so few. The most prominent of all though, was getting a drink. And of course, I hated that. I hated how dependant I had become on alcohol, but I think that if anyone had been in my situation, they would have felt the same thing.

Well, along with the most gut wrenching feeling of fear they had ever felt, but, I was a pro at this so it kind of gets pushed to the back of my mind. That is, until its staring me right in the face.

The door creaked open slowly, pulling me from my reverie, and I stiffened, awaiting the man who would soon make my life a living hell, or whatever was left of it.

But instead of seeing the Purple clad Joker, I was confronted with a familiar face.

" Trey?" I said, standing and running to him. He held a plate in his arms but moved it out of the way to give me a hug, a cute smile on his face. His dark brown hair had grown out just enough, and his bright blue eyes were full of happiness.

Pulling out of his embrace he put his finger to his lips, motioning for me to lower my voice, as he kicked the door shut.

" Hey, I brought you some pizza." He said, moving over to the bed and placing the plate down between us. I was so excited to have any sort of human interaction that I couldn't stop smiling.

" Thanks." I said, taking a bite of the slice of cheese pizza. " What time is it?" I asked after swallowing. His eyes shifted to his watch as he answered. " It's seven. Joker's been gone for a couple hours, said he wouldn't be back for a while."

His gaze shifted back to mine, something swirling in his blue eyes, and I sighed softly.

" Do you hate me?" My voice was barely a whisper and he seemed thoroughly surprised. " Do I what?" He asked, trying to catch my gaze.

" Do you hate me?" I asked, looking up from my hands into his eyes. He gave a comforting smile as he reached his hand out to my chin. " Of course I don't, kid." I smiled back and pulled him into another embrace, pulling him as close to me as possible.

We broke apart after a few seconds, and I went back to finishing off my pizza and we made casual conversation, just like we always used it. It felt nice, a feeling I thought I had seen the last of. But as the minutes ticked by, it was clear he had to leave, which is when the conversation took a dark turn.

" You ruined him you know." he spoke softly, and my smiling ceased.

Sighing, I began. " Look, I-"

" Wait, Annabelle. Hear me out please. I don't have much time and you really need to hear this. He loved you, in some twisted psycho clown killer sort of way, he cared. And I'm not saying you should forgive him, I'm not, but you need to know how much you hurt him too." His voice was full of concern, he really did care about the Joker, even if he never returned the favor.

" He deserves it." I whispered, holding back tears, and I refused to meet his gaze.

" That may be so B, but you wouldn't be hurt if you didn't care. He's not different. I have to go now, I'm sorry." And with that, he rose from the bed, taking the empty plate with him, and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Everyone seemed to be coming and going, and it seemed that I never moved, never changed.

We live in a world of constant progress and forward motion. Stand still for a second, and you'll be left behind. But as hard as we try to move forward, as tempting as it is to never look back, the past always comes back to bite us in the ass. And as history shows us again and again, those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.

Did you enjoy that? I had fun writing it, so i hope you enjoyed reading it. Please tell me what you think, because i don't want to make people stop reading this by what happens next. If you have any concerns or you dont want this story to go a certain way, please tell me. Please leave me a review? Anyway, Trey and Annabelle will NOT be getting together, if that was a worry. No not gonna happen lol um although Trey, in my eyes, is very attractive haha he's Damon from Vamp Diaries. Ill post a picture on my page if you are interested. Anyway, More Reviews equals Faster and longer updates. Thanks a bunch!(:

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