Chapter 21 - Trembling

All the memories were over, and after a few seconds, I realized I was still on the small stage, still in the same room, and my dad was still talking stupidly.

It now all made sense ... these memories, that had come lately, triggered by different events. For example, the perfume from Liam or the squeaking of the letterbox.

"I will not say it again!"

More than empty words penetrated my ear, what should my dad do? I was not even receptive enough to rain myself, no my brain was still busy to process the information it got.

I had been in psychiatry, because I had helped the Joker with a robbery. The police had then stunned me with an arrow and I had woken up in this psychiatry. But instead of letting me go, to the man to whom I wanted so much, they kept me there.

They had taken everything I had became from him ... including the purple neckband... which Ashley has now destroyed. Even the scar had been removed, so I had nothing left to remember.

And it had actually worked. In the years , I had spent in psychiatry, the doctors and psychologists could definitely present a result. They had caused me with terrible methods, to let me forget all my Memorys. What Mr. had brought to me, how he had reshaped my shyness and restraint, made me a dangerous person.

...

Well, to whom did I owe all this? It was not my fault ... at least not quite so. Well, if you consider that I had come with my best friend late in the evening, from a movie and then walked through the streets of Gothams, it was just not necessarily the best decision. Still, I knew now through my memories, how much I had liked the joker, how much I had loved being his kitten.

They were my parents. They were to blame for the fact , that I forgot all the memories of Mr.J. They have signed the papers which have led me to stay in psychiatry. It was their fault that these doctors had splattered me over and over again with the stupid water gun. They had decided without any thought that it would be better for me to be treated in this psychiatry and thus become 'normal' again.

I could feel the little hairs on my upper arm straighten up. That could not be true ... that could not be true. Did not my parents know how much I wanted to go back to the Joker ... they just passed my wishes back then, just to get the old Nila back.

They had simply ignored what I had wanted so much ... I had never felt happy ... only after years of treatment in psychiatry I had learned to return to my old character and my old life. I had not been able to remember anything at all and had bought my parents the lie that had happened to me very badly and had only been helped in psychiatry.

And I had never questioned this, had gone back to school after his release from psychiatry and had not questioned the strict rules of my parents either.

"No matter what they've told you, it's a lie Nila, come here!"

Something had changed in the voice of my father, she was no longer loud at the moment, no only demanding. As if he were now expecting me to rise immediately and run to him. A lie? What is a lie that you took away from my old life? That you have lied to me in the last years? Or maybe you forbid me to go out with my friends because I'd rather stay at home to learn?

As I was about to react, I felt how I began to tremble. How had my parents done this to me? Just to get her daughter back? This I found absolutely not okay and selfish of them.

With my trembling hand, I ran quickly through my shoulder-length brown hair and tried to get the trembling under control. I felt the stern look of my dad on me, as well as my mum and Liam. They had simply signed so that these doctors were allowed to shoot me with some water and give me means, so I'll quit and stop thinking. So I would stop thinking about him.

"Nila Wilkers, you are coming here at once!"

The trembling had disappeared from one to the other seconds, disregard and rage overwhelmed me. I jerked off the small stage and looked at my family. There were so many things I would have liked to say at the moment, but no word was going to leave my mouth.

Slowly and carefully, I walked past the small stage and remained a few steps away from the couch where my family was sitting.

"N ... no, I will not come to you, I ... You have lied to me and let me forget the memories of my old life, where have you taken the right to do that? Why had you do that?!"