Group Therapy - Marty's perspective*

"Last week, we heard about what happened from Todd's perspective, this week it's Marty's turn to share her truth about that night," Sheila stated.

"Why? What difference does it make?" Marty said.

"Keeping silent doesn't make what happened go away. It might make you feel better to make your voice heard and take back some of your power," Sheila stated.

"I've told you about what happened, it didn't make me feel any better," Marty spat out.

"Have you told Todd what happened?" Ray asked.

"He knows what happened, he was there," Marty whispered.

"Yes, he was there, but does he know how you felt, what you thought, what it was like to be in your shoes?"

"I don't know," Marty whispered.

"Did hearing Todd's story help you at all?" Ray asked.

"Yes, it helped me relate. I've experienced that kind of anger and I know what it's like to lose yourself because of it," Marty said.

"I think that hearing your story will help Todd as well. He needs to know the full extent of what you experienced at his hands," Ray stated.

"It will help you feel better as well, help you to take back some of the power," Sheila stated.

"I wasn't going to go to the party, but Powell came over and begged me to go. He told me that Todd really wanted to see me so that he could apologize to me. I decided to go, I wanted to see Todd, I had some news that I wanted to share with him, news that I thought would change everything between us for the better. I thought that I could finally have my happily ever after."

"What was it that you were going to tell me?" Todd interrupted.

"You don't get to know that. It no longer matters, because whatever illusions of happiness, I thought that we could have was shattered when I saw you with that blow up doll that you named after me. You made me feel like a slut, like I was just your blow up doll, every one else's girl, but never my own. When I looked at that doll, I knew I was wrong about you. You wouldn't be my knight in shining armor, you were never going to be the one to rescue me. You were just another clown, in a long list of clowns that was there to damage me."

"I'm sorry," Todd whispered as he stood up and reached out to her.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear that right now, not from you," Marty said as she slapped his hand away and pushed him back down to the couch.

"Your 'Sorry' doesn't undo the damage that you caused. We got into a fight and yea, I criticized your performance. I called you lazy in bed and out because I wanted you to hurt the way that I hurt when you left me. I begged you to stay and hold me the night that we made love, the night that we conceived...it doesn't even matter because you were the one who threw us both away like we were garbage, so yea, I pushed you away cause you pushed me away first. I wasn't supposed to be drinking, but I downed shot after shot in an attempt to forget you. You make me crazy, dangerous, irresponsible, you push all the wrong buttons in me and I certainly push all the wrong buttons in you."

"Can we stop this please?" Todd asked as he looked towards Ray.

"She needs to feel the anger in a safe place and you need to hear her story the way that she heard yours," Ray stated.

"My memory is kind of fuzzy, the rest of the night is distorted, but I'll tell you what I can. I think that I was dancing on a table, when Kevin took me upstairs to sleep it off. Kevin and I was talking about Jason, and I was getting tired so I laid down. Kevin covered me with his jacket and left. I was trying to sleep when you, Zach and Powell came in. I was so tired and I just wanted to be left alone. I tried to leave, but you blocked the door and shoved me at Zach. He started dancing with me and I fell in a chair and you started spinning me around. I thought that I was going to be sick, I was so dizzy, so tired. I begged for you to go, but you wouldn't go. You pushed me on the bed, you ordered Powell to lock the door, you climbed on top of me. I could hear the shutters banging shut over and over again, I could hear your laughter as you pushed yourself into me. When you were finished you turned to Zach and you said, 'batter up, she's been dying for it.' Zach shoved a sweatband in my mouth so that I couldn't scream for help, not that there was anyone to help me out anyways. I saw this stuffed Lion and I focused on it as I tried to disappear inside of myself, the way that I had done a million times before, but it didn't work, not this time. I think that Powell took his turn after that, but I don't remember anything other then looking at the fish tank, the way that the light was distorted through the water in the glass. You left, but before you did you covered me with a blanket, you told me that I would always belong to you and then you kissed my forehead, so soft and tender. You were right though, the beast claimed me as his Queen that night with his anger. I'm his girl, I'll always be his girl, daddy's little monster. That's it, that's my truth."

Marty looked in the mirror, hanging just above where Ray and Sheila sat. She looked at Todd's reflexion, he was fidgeting with his fingers as he looked down. He was trying to distance himself from her anger, from the guilt he must feel, but it wouldn't work anymore then she could escape from him. She was his eternal punishment just like he was her monster. Her eyes drifted to her own reflection, she looked tired, as if she hadn't slept in years. The mascara was streaked down her face from the tears that she had cried. She looked weak, pathetic, a victim, but she didn't want to be the clown's victim, not anymore. She looked and she saw anger in the eyes of the girl staring back at her, only it was no longer her reflection. The girl she saw had her hair in pigtails, each side spray painted, one baby blue, the other one pink. Her skin a pale white just like the Joker that had damaged her in the first place. The girl she saw had a bat in one hand and a pair of purple scissors in the other one, blood dripping off the purple scissors, but whose blood? She didn't know, she couldn't remember, but the eyes of the girl in the mirror knew. She was her anger, she was her monster just like the beast was Todd's. The reflection she saw belonged to that of Harley Quinn.