You're Insane, but at Least I Admit It
Chapter 10
Something's shaking me. Earthquake? Nah, can't be. I open one green eye, seeing the Joker grinning down at me.
'Hmm, Deja Vu?'
He giggles, "Wake wakey! Eggs and Bacy!"
I open both of my eyes, feeling kinda excited. I haven't eaten in 2 days and I'm starving. "Really?"
"Pfft! No silly!"
I frown, notcing he's not wearing a shirt. He catches me starring and whispers, "See something you like doll?"
I blush, looking away, "Nope."
He's only in his pinstripe pants and shoes. Oh! There's my heart again. What's wrong with it? I never feel this way...Memories from last night flood back to me. I pick up the covers and quickly put them back down. He's watching me, from across the room now. I look down. My clothes aren't on the floor. I hear him whistle. I sigh, looking over at him and he's holding my things.
"What? Can't come here and get them?"
I shake my head no. "Give them to me."
"Come. Get. Them."
I lean on my elbows, "Why should I?"
"Why shouldn't you?" he grins.
I roll my eyes, "You're a pig."
"You're sexy."
"I hate you."
"I want you."
"Go to hell!!"
"You're with me!"
I scream, falling down and shoving the pillow in my face. I hear his cackle as he throws me my things.
"I've got work to do later, you're staying here with Billy. Don't do anything stupid Dolly."
He walks out, closing the door.
'Oh, oh! Damn, he locked it. Bastard can't trust me!'
I dress quickly. Finding my bag, I take my pills. Last Ritalin and three left of my bi-polar. I don't bother to put on any makeup.
'I wish he had a bathroom in here. I feel so grungy.'
I look through my bag, finding my Ipod. I scream, hugging it.
"Oh my god! I need to dance!"
It's been too long. Yeah, 2 days is long for me not dancing! I dance for at least 7 hours, every day.
The door opens as Joker walks in confused, "Why are you screaming? I'm not in here! Well, now I am."
He raises an eyebrow, looking at the blue thing, clutched in my hands and my surprised face.
He says sternly, "What is that?"
"My Ipod!" I squeak out of excitement.
He rolls his eyes.
"I need to dance."
He laughs at me, "No you don't Glitterbug."
"Uh, yeah, I do Jabba!"
He glares.
I yell at him, "I need to dance or I'm going to fucking loose it! I don't ever go this long without doing something!!"
Five minutes pass by as he stares at me in silence.
I break the ice, "Well?"
He mumbles to himself, but I can hear him, "Why do I even bother?"
Then he says louder, "Fine! Dance!"
He walks over, yanking me off the bed and downstairs to the basement, where his goonies are. I tripped over the last step but of course, he didn't stop. He kept dragging me along. I notice 5 guys looking our direction, sitting on a big and very comfy looking brown couch. On a love seat, I see a...girl? Her face lit up when Jabba walked in. What the hell is she on? She looks so content to be here.
Jabba pushes me towards a Ipod stereo, yanking out the one that was already in there.I hear one of the guys groan, as he throws it on the ground, probably damaging it. He takes mine, putting it in.
"There. Dance!"
All eyes are on me now.
'Hmm, Deja Vu?'
He giggles, "Wake wakey! Eggs and Bacy!"
I open both of my eyes, feeling kinda excited. I haven't eaten in 2 days and I'm starving. "Really?"
"Pfft! No silly!"
I frown, notcing he's not wearing a shirt. He catches me starring and whispers, "See something you like doll?"
I blush, looking away, "Nope."
He's only in his pinstripe pants and shoes. Oh! There's my heart again. What's wrong with it? I never feel this way...Memories from last night flood back to me. I pick up the covers and quickly put them back down. He's watching me, from across the room now. I look down. My clothes aren't on the floor. I hear him whistle. I sigh, looking over at him and he's holding my things.
"What? Can't come here and get them?"
I shake my head no. "Give them to me."
"Come. Get. Them."
I lean on my elbows, "Why should I?"
"Why shouldn't you?" he grins.
I roll my eyes, "You're a pig."
"You're sexy."
"I hate you."
"I want you."
"Go to hell!!"
"You're with me!"
I scream, falling down and shoving the pillow in my face. I hear his cackle as he throws me my things.
"I've got work to do later, you're staying here with Billy. Don't do anything stupid Dolly."
He walks out, closing the door.
'Oh, oh! Damn, he locked it. Bastard can't trust me!'
I dress quickly. Finding my bag, I take my pills. Last Ritalin and three left of my bi-polar. I don't bother to put on any makeup.
'I wish he had a bathroom in here. I feel so grungy.'
I look through my bag, finding my Ipod. I scream, hugging it.
"Oh my god! I need to dance!"
It's been too long. Yeah, 2 days is long for me not dancing! I dance for at least 7 hours, every day.
The door opens as Joker walks in confused, "Why are you screaming? I'm not in here! Well, now I am."
He raises an eyebrow, looking at the blue thing, clutched in my hands and my surprised face.
He says sternly, "What is that?"
"My Ipod!" I squeak out of excitement.
He rolls his eyes.
"I need to dance."
He laughs at me, "No you don't Glitterbug."
"Uh, yeah, I do Jabba!"
He glares.
I yell at him, "I need to dance or I'm going to fucking loose it! I don't ever go this long without doing something!!"
Five minutes pass by as he stares at me in silence.
I break the ice, "Well?"
He mumbles to himself, but I can hear him, "Why do I even bother?"
Then he says louder, "Fine! Dance!"
He walks over, yanking me off the bed and downstairs to the basement, where his goonies are. I tripped over the last step but of course, he didn't stop. He kept dragging me along. I notice 5 guys looking our direction, sitting on a big and very comfy looking brown couch. On a love seat, I see a...girl? Her face lit up when Jabba walked in. What the hell is she on? She looks so content to be here.
Jabba pushes me towards a Ipod stereo, yanking out the one that was already in there.I hear one of the guys groan, as he throws it on the ground, probably damaging it. He takes mine, putting it in.
"There. Dance!"
All eyes are on me now.