2The Joker's story
What if the hole world seemed to close in on you? What if everyone you loved hated you? Well, I guess you know how I felt. I swear I tried everything to cover up the scars. I hated them, but then, I realised they were growing on me.
Those stupid idiots throwing sticks at me, one day I'll rip there heads off. They don't know what my life is like at home. They don't know my dad is in prison for murder and my mother is in dept and going mad. Sometimes I wanted to break down and cry. I hated school, I hated life. Why bother? I'd rather be dead.
"Hey Jack," they called after me. "Where you going?!" they shouted, laughing.
I rushed home afraid, entering through the back gate. I took a big gasp of breath and shoved my inhaler in to my mouth as I leant against the gate. I entered round the back door. My mum stood in the kitchen, her back to me. She must have been cutting some vegetables up.
I put my bag on the table, and sat down.
"How was your day?" she asked.
When she turned to look at me I sore she was a mess. She didn't look well at all.
"I-It was fine,"
"You, your never smiling, Jack, there is something wrong, I know it," she told me.
I could see the knife in her hand. I was instantly frightened by her. She put the knife away.
"I'm fine," I answered, simply.
"Are you sure? You make me unhappy to see you like this. I wish… that you were always smiling,"
I smiled.
"It's not the same, not since your father left,"
I stayed quiet.
"You can talk to me," my mother said again.
She stroked my long, greasy hair. It felt like ages since I'd washed it. I'd given up. I walked up the stairs quietly, dropping my bag when I got in my room. I sat on the bed, quietly. I stared at my reflection in the window. I hated who I was. I threw a glass at it, and it smashed immediately, glass pieces scattering. I broke down into tears suddenly. I wiped away the tears from my face. I sat for the rest of the evening, looking at my face in the smashed glass. My mother didn't talk to me again that night. She just walked straight past my room. I creped downstairs, on the tip of my toes. My hair dangled over my face, so I had to brush it to one side. I crept into the dark kitchen. I turned the light on, too see my mum there, her back facing the wall. She was crying, I could here her. I was suddenly worried. Her hair looked disgusting and greasy. She was muttering something.
"Mum?" I asked.
She slowly turned around and in her hand was a knife.
"I just want you to be happy," she cried.
I sore peels scattered everywhere. This frightened me. My mother walked up to me. I panicked. I got down and crawled under the table. Soon, an axe came bursting through the table nearly hitting me. She kicked over the table, and in front of me, was my insane mother, about to kill me. "M-mum, what are you doing?"
"You need to be happy!" she said, putting her face rite up to mine. She stuck her fingers in one side of my mouth. She raised the knife, and slowly cut the sides of my mouth. I screamed in the agonizing pain. I felt as if she was ripping open my head. Still screaming, she formed a scar from the side of my mouth up to my cheek. Blood dripped from my face. My insane mother leant back, and dropped the knife on the ground. Instantly, without hesitation, I grabbed it, and stuck it in her throat. I sat and cried. Going upstairs to my room, I trashed everything, apart from my large set of playing cards that I took with me. I slit the other side of my mouth so that I was equal. I hated what I was going to become, why was no one there to save me? Where was he, the so called Batman?