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'My baby shot me down'

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The window is fogged. Another rainy day in this place...in my heart.

He left me here..left me here to rot and wither away like some filthy coprse he just didn't know how to get rid of.

There's a thunderstorm in my heart..its just pouring and pouring. I feel beyond numb and nothing they shove down my throat can rid me of his face in my mind..his lips marking my skin..i still feel his fingers on me like the bruises the painful bruises i took for him..from him.

I prefer the nights here. The ambien knocks me out 'till the anoying guard yanks my body from the sheets.

I would have prefered his long slender fingers leaving goosebumps from my thigh all the way up to my face. Thats how your supposed to wake me up but..

I miss him.

I love him.

Im so angry with him for just leaving me behind like i was nothing. Don't i mean something don't i matter atleast..

I guess not. I think it's time i forgot about..the Joker..

No more laughter. No more madness. No more obssesion. No more pain.

Red, black and white wont stick to my skin. The sounds of explosions will make me sad..i know i wont be abble to hold a knive without crying but i''l get over it.

Some how i will.

I run my fingers over the fogged window my handprint slithering downwords just how my heart felt when i was thrown in to Arkham..by my self.

I get up and go over to my bed. I lay down just as my tears start to cascade..rolling down my pale face, i bite my lip and ball my fist trying not to weep so loudly.

i Hug my knees close to my chest as all of my will just slips away..i begin to cry full force with no holding back, my sobs become screams of pain as i start to punch the bed, i kick and i scream until the nurses burst in with their neddles and restraints but i don't care.


The only thing i could feel was the pain of the memories.
The pain of his lips on mine.
His hands around my waist.
His laughter muffled on my neck.

Something just tells me that he always had a joke for this day. For when he left me in Arkham by myself.

I feel the neddle being jammed in to my arm but my tears are making hard to see which arm.

I feel my eyes close..my nerves just shutting down..

To bad i never herd the joke..no i didn't get the joke..
im planing on doing a part 2 to this maybe just a part 2 since ive been curious how it would be writing Harley in arkham :nod: its sad and trust me it might get sadder in the next one.

MY goal is to change things to write a different view for her maybe change her a bit so if Harl does something you don't like well apologies from now cause this is just experament.:forgiveme:

This is a complete story from all of my other ones, its not a continuation to neither one of them so just in case you get a bit confused ;)

Now for a song thats just pure J+HQ sadness and my mood song:

:music:I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...:music:

By Nancy Sinatra
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Skittlelover666's avatar
this is so good but sad at the same time and i thing the song go evry well with J+HQ