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It took forever for me to adjust to my meds. I felt like an emo kid, angry as hell one minute and depressed the next. I was tired at all the wrong times. I would be up at night with boundless energy and just as I finally got to sleep, I had to get up for school. There were days were I barely got an hour of sleep. I would be a bottomless pit, eating anything I could get my hands on one day and the next, the idea of food made me wanna puke. And Genesis wonder's why I stopped taking them! Because I don't want to go through that again!

When I started to get used to the meds, I had the stitches removed. I was kinda sad to see them go. It really freaked people out, especially the older teachers! When the skin started to grow back together, I could fit stuff like tooth picks and staples between the stitch and my skin, that was pretty cool! Again, that freaked people out, too.

As I lay on an examination table at the doctor's office, getting the stitches removed, I made a mental list of things I wanted to do when they were gone. Mainly, kiss Genesis and eat that doughnut I wanted. In no particular order, just whichever came first. I liked the feel of the inside of my scarred cheek. It felt weird against my tongue and I quickly made a habit of running my tongue against it.

"How does you mouth feel?" Genesis asked.

"I'm afraid to open it to much. They'll probably tear if I do." I replied.

Everything was normal for sometime after my diagnosis. When Senior year came, Genesis and I voted cutest couple. Yeah, disgusting, I know, but Genesis liked it. I was voted 'Most Likely To Talk To Anyone' and 'Class Clown'. Yep, that sounds about right. Gen was voted Most Likely To Succeed. Seriously, she's too modest about that one. She did succeed after all!

In the haze of adjusting to my meds, I had forgotten that Gen and I applied to a college in the next state. When I saw a letter from said college, I knew that Gen was probably having a panic attack at her house. But that letter did mean a lot. If we didn't go to the same college, there was a chance someone else would be with my Genesis, or just as possible, I'd be some other woman's problem. It was also the deciding factor that brought, me, yours truly, The Joker to Gotham!

Mom and Dad didn't want me to leave the state for college. Said that I was 'in a fragile mental state'. Genesis' parents thought that we were idiots. They didn't think that we would be together at the end of the first semester. Her father still thinks of me as Satan. I'm not Satan. I don't even believe in that shit! I'm a terrorist and proud! There is a difference! Y'know, I read somewhere (or it could quite possibly be a plot from a movie…you never know with me..) that after a lifetime of sin, you can either go to Hell or become a soul salvager for Satan. I think I could do that!

Gen and I opened our letters together and we both accepted. I couldn't wait to get out of that Podunk town. But Genesis started to worry about us.

"What if my parents are right?! What if we hate each other after the first week!?" She exclaimed worriedly.

I only chuckled and pulled her into my arms. She's cute when she worries to much. "Look, Gen, we'll be fine. You need to stop worrying, you'll make yourself sick."

"Why did we choose Gotham anyway?" she asked.

"….Because it was the farthest we could get from our parents?" I replied. "By the way, mine are freaking out about us leaving."

"Why?"

"They think it's not such a good idea that I leave so soon after becoming a schizo. They say being in such a big city with only you would mess me up even more."

"Tell them I won't let you. They have my word." Genesis said strongly.

Just to make things clear, I failed her. She didn't fail.

Whoops. My bad.