A/N: Hey guyss! Heres the next chapter, so i hope you like it. Thank you to all that reviewed, and i hope you keep on reviewingg. This chapter didnt have as much JOker as i would have hoped, But next chapter definitely will. BTW after reading, if you have any suggestions on how next chapter should go with the Joker and Annabelle please let me know :]

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Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.

- Meredith Grey

I was still lost in my daze.

Night soon turned to day, and I would never have known, if not for the fact that the light was blinding as it filtered in through the small window. But I was content with that, because right now, I could feel nothing but the pain. Even if it was only emotional pain.

How had my life turned out so awful?

I was born a high society socialite, and now, here I was, a murdering damsel in distress. I had fallen from grace, because I was sick of the view. And now I was drowning in the darkness that I had been searching for all along. The darkness that I thought would be welcoming, but I guess too much of a good thing can be bad. And I guess this was karma, coming back and pushing me down even farther. If I was drowning now, I would soon be suffocated, and in the end, the darkness would always win.

But the question still remained, if I was taken by the darkness, what would be the outcome?

I really didn't want to know the answer, or at least I wouldn't let myself know the answer. that's would just make matters worse. I thought I had hit rock bottom, but how was I sure? How do you know when you've hit rock bottom. I mean, you can always fall, even when there's nowhere left to go.

I guess I would have to call this an impasse. And I was trapped in it.

Feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen, I moved my head for the first time to see if any of the wounds had opened up again. Luckily, they hadn't. the pain was because of something else. It was pain from hunger.

I hadn't eaten anything since before I was taken, unless you count the bite of the apple, which I didn't even swallow. But I needed food, now. And I had to find a way to get some into my stomach.

Moving for the first time in what seemed like hours, I rolled myself off the bed and stood up. Stretching my arms and legs that were extremely stiff. And I glanced around the room, trying to find any place food could be stored. Unfortunately, there wasn't any, but I went through every drawer and shelf anyway.

When no food was found, I stepped into the bathroom, only to be let down again.

I was sure I was going to starve. The joker was angry, and wouldn't do anything to help me out. And why should he. If I were in his position and he in mine, I wouldn't bring food. I would let him suffer. And I soon realized it was that thinking that got me into this mess.

Displeased, I slumped onto the toilet, and just sat there until I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head to see the foreign object, I gasped. I was looking at a girl, who looked nearly dead. She had bruises and cuts covering every inch of her skin, and there was dried blood all over her. Her blonde hair was in tangles and parts of it were red from the blood she had been laying in.

She looked so much older than she was, only a shell of her former self. Her eyes were cold, dead. She had given up. And as I stepped closer to the mirror I couldn't help reaching out to it. Tracing my fingers over its surface. Trying to believe this was all real. Trying to believe that this girl, was me.

But it was. And I was horrified.

I had let myself end up like this, but I wouldn't stay like it. I wouldn't give up, not now anyway. So I ran to the shower, nearly tripping over my own feet, and turned it on. Making sure t was as hot as could be. I had to wash away everything.

Closing the bathroom door, I stripped and jumped into the steaming shower. The way the water hit me, wasn't as comforting as I had hoped but at least it helped a bit. As the water pelted my abdomen though, I couldn't help but let out a few cries because of the pain. The cuts hadn't healed yet, and the water caused them to sting in protest.

But soon I got used to the pain, and just let myself relax, as much as I could when being held captive by the Joker.

The blood was almost washed away from my body, but I still felt the need to scrub my skin until it turned red. Trying to scrub away everything. Not just the dried blood, but also the disgust I felt. The disgust that I knew would be difficult to wash away.

My skin felt raw by the time I finished scrubbing every inch of it. But it didn't hurt. It felt oddly comforting, and I felt much better. Maybe now I could start thinking straight.

I turned the shower off, and stepped out into the cold bathroom, suddenly remembering the fact that I had no towel or clothing. I almost screamed in anger when I spotted a neatly folded towel, along with a whole new outfit laid out on the floor. Someone had brought it for me while I was taking a shower.

But instead of feeling horrified, I felt relieved. At least I wouldn't be wandering around the room in nothing but my skivvies. Although, I did feel a little unnerved with the fact that I had not heard them enter.

Still feeling a little uncertain, I dried myself off with the towel, and changed into the clothes I was given. This outfit consisted of black leggings, with a green and purple plaid schoolgirl skirt, and a purple camisole. And even though I felt a little uncomfortable wearing such little clothing, I was thankful I wasn't stuck in nothing.

Taking one final look in the mirror, I opened the bathroom door. Shivering slightly as the cold air rushed by me. But when my eyes refocused, I almost screamed.

The Room looked transformed. The comforter was clean. Not a spec of blood in sight. There wasn't even any blood on the floor, which surprised me. Blood was almost impossible to get off, especially after it had dried. And Joe's dead body had been removed completely. The room looked good as new.

But what really shocked me was the fact that the Joker was sitting casually on the bed, watching me.

A smile spread across his lips as he got sight of me, and his giggles filled the previously silent room. I was frozen in place, waiting for the Joker to quiet down, and when he did he motioned for me to come closer. But I didn't know what to do.

I could follow his instructions, or I could take my chances, and my chances weren't looking very good at the moment. Not in the slightest. I still stood in my place at the door, and the Joker's smile slowly disappeared from his face. I knew this wasn't good, but I still couldn't get myself to move.

" Come here." He said to me. His tone serious and frightening. And I slowly walked over to him. Leaving a good two feet between us. But that wasn't going to work for him. Before I had even stopped walking, he grabbed a hold of my wrists and pulled me on to his lap.

Satisfied, he smiled, but when our eyes met, he turned serious.

" You really should uh listen to me. If you know what's good for ya." He said, smacking his lips together n the process. By the look on his face, and the tone of his voice, I knew he meant it. And remembering what happened last time I defied him, I knew I didn't want it to happen again. So I nodded, waiting for what was to happen next.

" Sooo. I believe you have ah something to say to me." He sang, laughing by the end of his sentence. And I was deeply confused. What did I have to say to him? I looked into his eyes, obviously confused, and watched as his eyes drifted down to my body then back up.

Oh, the Clothes. that's what he meant. He had given me clothes and this time I got to change into them myself.

" Thank You." I said softly, looking around the now clean room. The Joker was happy with my compliance, and he let his eyes wander over me again. This time though, there was a hungry look in his eyes.

" Hmm. Princess, next time say thank you Mister J. Sounds uh better. Makes me feel all tingly inside." He said, still letting his hungry eyes wander over my body, and I nodded. Not wanting to upset him when he seemed to be in an animalistic state.

He continued staring, and the silence lengthened. Soon, turning awkward, and I had to break it.

But I didn't quite know how. I mean, what was I supposed to say? Great weather we're having huh? No. but I had to say something, no matter how stupid it may sound. Maybe I could try saying a joke, but I knew none. A riddle? No, he didn't strike me as a riddle fan. Then what?

" How long have I been here?" I asked, my voice not shaking once. And I waited as his eyes traveled up to meet mine.

" Well, depends on what you mean ah. How long have you been in this room, or how long have you been a guest in my humble ah abode? Hmm?" He asked clearly amused. And, as always, I found no humor in it.

" In your house." I said irritated.

" Who's house?" he asked, even more amused than before.

" Yours. Who else's" I was growing more annoyed by the second, but this obviously had no effect on him.

" And who am I?" He was stiflng giggles, and I was ready to scream my head off in frustration.

" You're the bloody Joker. That's who you are." I nearly screamed, and her threw me off his lap, onto the bed, giggling like the mad man he was.

" Ah taa taa, princess. Don't call me that. I believe I have uh told you that before. I prefer Mister J, from you sweets." He said, letting out wild chuckles here and there. And it wasn't long before he threw himself on the bed too. Landing right next to me.

He was lying on his back, one arm behind his head, and one around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. And I could feel the tip of his knife at my throat.

" Now," He said, rolling onto his side so he could look at me. " What exactly was your uh question?" His voice was feigning innocence, and I gulped audibly.

" H-How long have I been in your house Mister J." I said, letting the last words come out sarcastic. And I knew he wouldn't be too keen on my tone. The Joker let out a short cackle before rolling on top of me, squeezing the breath from my lungs.

" Look Annabelle. I'm not too keen on this little attitude of yours. So its simple. Unless you want to be punished, don't give me an attitude. Got. It." He said fiercely. His eyes were dark and cold. Just like they always seemed to be when he was mad. And I didn't like it. They seemed to scare me more than the man himself. After all the eyes are windows into the soul. And if the eyes are black, what do you think that's telling you?

He still held the blade at my throat, and I nodded as best I could. Letting him know I fully understood what he meant, and hopefully he would put the knife away. But he wasn't content with my response.

" Answer me." He growled, his breath raking over my ear. Making me cringe.

" I get it." I said desperately, wanting him to take the knife away.

" Hmm What was that? Who is it your speaking to again?" he said, a mocking tone to his rough voice.

" I get it Mister J." This time, I made sure my voice was free from any form of attitude what so ever. And he was pleased, for he removed the knife from my skin, depositing it back into his jacket pocket.

" That's better. Now since you've been ever so kind, I will answer your little question." He said sliding himself off of me, but still holding me dangerously close.

" You've been here a-prox-I-mate-ly three days. And uh don't worry. Im not sick of ya yet sweets." He said, giving me a sadistic grin as he wagged his eyebrows suggestively. I wanted to look away, but he might find that offensive, and suddenly remembering my sore stomach, I didn't want to have to deal with any reproductions from my actions. No matter how small.

The Joker opened his mouth to speak but was cut off my knocking at the door.

" Aghh. What is it!" He yelled over to the door, obviously angry. And the voice on the other side sounded small and scared in comparison.

" Boss, aint it time to leave soon? The boys and I was just wonderin." the man said, and I knew how terrified he must have felt, especially seeing the look on the Joker's face. He was furious. But instead of showing it, he responded sweetly.

" Just a minute." he turned his head towards me and grinned devilishly.

" Looks like I cant have all the uh fun I would have liked. Oh well, we still have all night." He said flirtatiously, and I stared at him in shock. Did he really mean what thought he meant? Of course he did, he was the Joker after all.

But before I could say a word, I felt his scarred lips press against mine. This kiss wasnt as intense as our previous one, and didnt last as long, but i still felt a passion run though me as our lips parted. But, he was in a hurry and we couldnt let it get too out of hand. At least this time, i still had my shirt on.

The Joker pulled away and bounced to the door, fiddling with some keys before opening it to leave. But before he left, he gave me one final look and said. " And by the way, I like your outfit. I like it quite a lot. Very fitting, and scrumptious." His voice was filled with lust, and other dirty emotions.

And then he was gone.

I watched the door for a few minuted before a familiar pain began to make itslef known in my stomach. I was hungry, and I should have said something to the Joker before he had gone. But of course, i hadnt.

As the hunger intensified, i looked around the room, trying todistract myself from the pain, i noticed an unopened box of poptarts on the dressor, ready to be eaten. ANd who was I to resist?

Nearly knocking over the dressor, i grabbed the poptarts and started to devour them. had made it through two packets before i suddenly realized i might not get any more food for a while. I would have to make these last. I mean, the Joker could be gone for a while. Reluctantly putting down t poptarts, I walked over to the bed, Suddenly tired.

As i fell onto the soft mattress i fixed my gaze onto the ceiling, awaiting the night that would soon come.

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