04 | delusion

(n) a conception or image created by the imagination and having no objective reality

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                    The session had ended just now and I was in a bad mood. He was just playing mind games with me. Playing with my words that I chose carefully everytime he asked me something intriguing.

I never backed down and we were standing the whole time, walking around each other and he was just studying me.

I had achieved nothing from him once again and I breathed out a sigh. I tried using my beauty to my advantage but he was still too clever to change the subject whenever he got the chance.

He was deviously cunning.

I felt mentally drained and I couldn't stop thinking about how his mouth moved when he said words or how he moves around, his hands waving animatedly in the air like as if he was dancing.

It was captivating.

Reaching my office, I plopped down on my blue chair, breathing out loudly and felt the tiredness my legs are feeling. I stretched them and closed my eyes.

A flash of green popped up on my mind and I opened my eyes.

I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I took out my clipboard and wrote all the things that had happened during our session. Word to word and I felt myself relaxing already.

Knock.

"Come in." I said and Ms. Roberts came in.

She came and sat down in front of me, the chair opposite of me on the other side of the table.

"How is it going?" She asked.

"Interesting." I said.

"Any information?" She asked.

"See for yourself." I said and gave her the clipboard and she took a good five minutes to read everything I had written.

She looked up and gave me a smile. 

"This is good." She said.

"No." I said. "I don't think I have gathered any -"

"You have gained his comfortness, his attraction and his attention Dr. Quinzel." She said and I stopped myself, thinking of what she said.

"I bet he is thinking about you right now." She said, placing the clipboard down.

I blushed.

Why am I blushing?

"Wish you luck." She said and left.

I groaned and placed my forehead on the cold steel table and welcomed the feeling of relaxation it gave me.

He is so hard to crack. And, if Ms. Roberts is right about me going on the right path, then I have to use this to my advantage. I need to push him more.

Maybe, I can give him gifts.

I'm sure everyone is scared of him and he must not have any friends. Maybe I can be friendly to him. I am going to buy him a gift.

What do you buy for The Joker?

What does the Joker like?

With that thought, I picked up my bag and strode through the hallways to the entrance, doing all the card swiping and code typing, I was out of the Asylum in five minutes. Heading towards the road, I walked to my old beatup second-hand truck that I won during a dare.

The dare was to pole dance. I was drunk really high and I won. I am a good dancer and I was a gymnast so I am really flexible.

Getting inside it, I rode my way to the nearest gift shop I could find and after roaming around for an hour, I finally found a suitable gift and bought it.

It was a gold ring with the letter J on it.

I hope he likes it though.

After buying that, I went to my house, switched to my normal clothes and scurried over to the bar to do my work shift. The bar was busy that day because it was a Friday. I was working and about at 9pm, my shift was over and I shrugged out of the apron and the work uniform which consisted of a red blouse and small red mini-skirt.

I walked away, eager to get on bed as I was really tired.

Reaching my house, I removed my clothes, changed into my old shorts and tank top and laid down on my bed, thinking about my busy day.

Life is too short to stay in the same routine till you die. Where is the fun in that Doctor?

My routine. This was my daily routine. Get a job. Work. Work in the bar. Sleep. Wake up. Go to Job. Work. Work in the bar. Sleep.

It was the same cycle repeating again and again.

It was no fun.

The only thing I found interesting were the sessions I have with Joker for the past two days of my life. They were the most thrilling and fun days of my entire existence. For a girl who had no parents, who was abused in the orphanage, studied in a school which didn't give good education, had not enough money, the two sessions with Joker were the most interesting things that had ever happened in my life.

Its alluring.

The darkness that surrounds him is alluring.

His words are alluring.

Is his life fun?

I have never had fun. I rarely laugh. And even If I do, I have never laughed until my stomach aches, I have no idea how that feels.

I immediately sat up when something hit my head through the pillow again. I tensed.

I know its from him.

I took out another green letter from him and read the inside of it.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel,

           For my beautiful psychiatrist, check the mirror.

Yours lovely,
Mr. J

I stood up and dashed to the mirror to see what he got for me this time. I stood momentarily shocked at what lay before me. It was a gold ring with the letter H carved on it. I took out the ring I had bought for him and placed them together.

They both matched.

Is this coincidence?

Nevertheless, I smiled, ignoring the fact that he had broke into my house again.

I took it and wore it in my finger.

It fit perfectly.

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