So, whenever he says "you do not" in this chapter, basically take it as the opposite. He's reliving some memories that he had with Harley Quinn :-). Not all of them are good, some of them are a little adult (heh) and...that's it! Enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I don't own TDK. I promise.
Chapter 9: What I Did and Didn't See
Accompanying Track: Sound of Madness by Shinedown
Suggested by: MistahJsHarley
"What do you see here?"
Well, Mr. Doctor Psychiatrist, I could tell you a lot of lies about what I see. I could tell you that I see a pink and green elephant, or a chair with orange spots. But those would be lies, and I'm not in the habit of lying. Well, not much. So what should I say...?
What do I really see you ask? I won't tell you.
I won't tell you that I see Harley's couch, or the two people on it. I won't tell you that one of them is screaming and the other is smiling wildly. I won't tell you that her nails are leaving scars on the bare skin of his back, and that his hips are grinding hers to a pulp. He cannot tell what she is screaming, because the discordant music that comes with an orgasm is screaming in his ears, shutting everything out. I won't tell you that I see her face, a wide mask of confusion, anger and (probably against her will) pleasure.
"A bat." I answer dully. He nods and shows me the next card.
I will not tell you that I see him and her lying out on her fire escape on one sticky summer night. He is not stripped to the waist; she is not sighing his name like a Buddhist mantra. He is not stroking her chin and she is not kissing his temple gently. He does not see her name somehow align in the stars, and she does not feel him breath slowly in her arms.
"A car." I spit. The next card comes out.
You do not see the two of them screaming at each other, Psycho man. You do not hear the yelling; shouting that would have deafened the whole block. She did not just throw a dish, and his fist did not just slip a bit too far. Never mind the fact that she is knocked sideways, into the potted vine that was placed on the window ledge. It does not plummet to the sidewalk. Forget that you saw her nose snapping.
"A car." he is getting bored of my dull answers, and I am getting agitated. How come all of those old memories are playing out in these stupid cards? The next one is placed on the table and I'm almost afraid to look.
I am trying to hide the fact that I am seeing him kick her over and over again. I am trying to shut out the noise of her unheeded screams for mercy.
"A man." I mumble. The final card slides across the table to me. I don't bother to pick it up. I just look at it carefully, through a heavy lid.
You do not see them staring at each other. You can't see that her coat is on, her suitcase is in her hand, and no tears are in her eyes. What is in her face is dissapointment. That kills him. She says nothing, merely walks away.
"A woman." You didn't know I was lying this whole time. About seeing the bat, the car, the man. But this time, Mr. Doctor Psychiatrist, I was telling the one hundred and ten percent truth. I promise.