I shot up after my nightmare. It was a nightmare, right? I grabbed my chest feeling its quickened beat. Noticing my porcelain skin it was smooth, not the uneven black skin that had been so vivid in my dream. My breathing became steady. Of course it was a dream, I'd be dead if were anything else.
Right then his smooth hand wrapped around me and his cool breath tickled my throat. I touched his cheek gentle tracing his jaw line. He tilted his head so that I could marvel at his eyes. They were as intense as in my 'dream'. They were darkened with knowledge and small gleam that I could only see as hunger, lust.
I understood, my feeble attempts to deny the truth were erased the moment that his and my eyes met. Everyone was dead except for me.
"Every-" I whimpered afraid to finish the thought, 'Joker' held me tighter to coax me to continue " everything that happened yesterday- is it true" he just nodded his head. I curled into a ball under 'Joker firm arms as small pool formed in my eyes. I was all alone. Nothing could ever be the same.
As if 'Joker' read my thought, he whispered into ears "everything is going to be fine" I turned around and buried my face into his chest. I wept for what felt like hours, mourning over the family I lost and the people I would never again see in this lifetime.