Am I out of my mind? (two)

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((^ I just like Johnny the homicidal maniac and I thought the song fit the Joker X3 lawl, ignore me))

Freya was startled when The Joker finally bent over the edge of the bed after a few minutes. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him, blushing. She held her hands on the edge of her shirt, trying to hide the fact that she was only wearing panties, no shorts or anything. He grabbed her arm, squeezing tightly and yanked her up on the bed. She gasped as he pinned her down on the bed. He slammed his knee into her stomach, twisting slightly and she cringed, gasping in breaths of air at the pain shoking through her entirety. The Joker hovered over her and she noticed that one, he still had no shirt on, two, the water from his hair dripped down on her face, and three, he had a new supply of makeup that was starting to run slightly from the wetness on his head. He looked angry as he stared down at her, his mouth twisted in an angry frown.
"This city deserves a better class of criminals, doesn't it?" He grinned wickedly down at her and when Freya didn't respond, he shoved his knee against her stomach and withdrew, repeating it over and over, watching her scream. The pain was unberable as it shocked through her whole body, spreading like a virus. "DOESN'T IT?!" The Joker howled at her, his nose nearly touching hers. His eyes were deranged with anger and Freya gasped, feeling her fading hair fall from her bright eyes.
"Y-Y-Yes!" Freya closed her eyes tightly, gasping with pain as he jabbed his knee into her stomach again, then released the pressure, pushing and releasing, as if it was all just a funny prank to him, no real pain at all.
"You know, you had me worried. With you sleeping for about three days, four." His lips curled back in a mocking sneer and Freya's eyes widened.
"Where....Where is Derek?!" She asked bravely and Joker laughed roughly. He bent over more, his lips against her ear as he laughed. The sound rang through her head and she cringed, letting out a low yelp of surprise.
"I don't know who you're talking about, that blow must have re-he-heALLY gone to your head." His grin spread across his face, much like a wildfire. Freya cringed and muttered darkly.
"You know who I'm talking about....." She looked aside, her eyes glaring slightly. She saw that her Joker doll was on the floor, as if thrown like trash and a small part of her felt like it had just died deep inside. The Joker reached a hand over, grabbing her hair. He tugged her up roughly, kneeling on her stomach. She gasped in a sharp breath, her eyes wider than saucers. He giggled childishly.
"I really have no clue, REALLY." His eyes seemed to glare through her evily and he tugged her hair down hard enough so her head slammed into his chest. Pain shocked through her body in the akward position. Surprisingly, he moved his legs so they were at his sides, no longer digging into her gut. She breathed heavily against his bare chest, her face flushed a bright red. He stroked her hair with a grin. "You're not going anywhere, puppet. Not without my knowing." His voice taunted her and she remembered in the car, when he threw her around as if she ras nothing. His black painted fingernails wove between her brown/blonde hair, tugging at pieces. She winced and cried out softly. He seemed to grin, pleased and let her go, getting off the bed. He took the green towel from around his neck and chucked it at her, pulling on his white long sleeved shirt with the blue snakeskin imprints. She sqeeueked and grabbed the towel, as if it was real and would attack her. She watched in confusion as he tugged on his purple and green vest with a small grunt, then pulled on his purple gloves and jacket. He walked over and grabbed her leg, digging his fingers into her skin. She was surprised when he pulled out a key and freed her ankle from the chain. He suddenly grabbed her by the hair once more and pulled her off the bed. She squeeled and grabbed his arm with both of her hands, running to keep up with him, trying to keep the distance between them close, so there would be no more pain applied to her head. He laughed and chucked her into the car, slamming the door and jumping in the front seat. He suddenly sped off and she screamed, falling back into the seat.Freya looked out the back window only to see thegirl in the red and black jump suit run at the car, waving, then stop and hang her head. How Freya WISHED she could change places with that girl at this time. She didn't know where the Joker was taking her this time, and she tried her best to calm down. If she wanted to try and flee again, she had to think straight and save her energy.
She was surprised when the car stopped suddenly and she fell foward, falling on the floor. She listened intently as the Joker left the front seat and slowly walked over. He had pulled open her door and Freya was once again greeted by the street lamps, much like last time. Except she didn't have her doll with her this time and so she clenched her hand in a fist, glancing down the street. I....I know here. She crawled out of the car, her blue eyes always watching the Joker steadily. When she glanced up at the property, shee was surprised to see a familiar lawn and he house, boarded up. She gasped and without furthere ado, ran up to the house, tugging down a molded board and squeezing through to the living room. She looked around and nearly gagged at the rotten smell. How long had she been away from here? Nearly a week? And this smell was already here? ... She quickly ran to her parents bedroom, screaming.
"MOM!!!! DAD?!" When she was greeted by the same darkness and stillnes in the empty room, all she did was stand there. She jumped when the Joker grabbed her shoulder blade roughly, glaring at her. He pushed her out of the room and up the stairs. She obeyes, much like the "puppet" she was. She pushed open her bedroom door and walked over, knowing the room by heart and shifted through the desk by her TV until her hands came across her flashlight, which she pulled out and turned on. She scanned the contents of the room, all the same. Slowly, she looked around once more and noticed all the items she had of him. It sickened her now, to know that hewas her "hero". She was silent as she gazed up at the newspaper clippings on her wall. His strong words stirred her empty thoughts.
"Get your clothes....NOW." The demandation in his voice startled her and she jumped, quickly obeying. She ran over and grabbed the backpack by her door, letting the contents of her school supplies spill onto the floor like all of it was wasted hours. Nothing she would ever need anymore. She ran over to her dresser and shoved many pairs of Tripp jeans and gothic shirts into her bag. She also packed the normal stuff, bras, underwear, a few sharpies, two comic books that she would later scan over, trying to cheer herself up, and one poster that was folded neatly. She zipped up the bag, the flashlight balanced underneath her arm as she did so and she stood up, slinging the bag over her shoulder. She looked over at him.
This has to work.... She strolled over to him and shoved him aside, quickly bolting down the stairs, remember all the times she did this when there was exciting news, guests, or she was running late. She ran out of the house, hearing the Joker's strained scream as he stumbled around the room and down the stairs. Freya quickly jumped down the front steps and dropped the flashlight, running down the street as fast as she could, her bare feet thumping against the pavement roughly. It didn't phaze her, as she ran faster this way ANYWAY. Her ears could distinctivly hear the Joker's howl as he tripped over the flashlight and forced his body up, running to his car. She glanced around, breathing heavily, and lunged at a patch of woods, blindly racing through them. Her skin grew red with blood and pain, being nearly naked with only a long t-shirt and underwear. Her skin was raw and her heart seemed to pump in every hurting place. She heard his car squeek as he pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road. She continued running, clutching the backpack tightly. She finally stopped when she tripped out of the woods on someone's back yard. All the lights were off, so they were either asleep or not home. Breathing heavily, she sat in the cool green grass for at least ten minutes before she slowly sat up, glancing around. Her breathing was dying down and she stood up, getting on her knees and using her hands to push her off of the green sea that was the yard she was in. She quietly stalked to the front yard and the street, glancing down. The hospital...
With every aching step, she ran as fast as she could and threw the doors open. She ran up to the front desk, her hair everywhere and blood dripping down her legs. She slammed her fists on the front desk, nearly giving the nurse a heart attack as she gazed at Freya.
"Where.....is Derek's room?!" She choked out, panting heavily and the nurse, shakingly, pointed at the stair case.
"S-Second floor....room fifty-seven...." The nurse's eyes were wide and green, she looked terrified, and didn't refuse Freya to go. That startled her. She was a mess. Did she really scare the nurse that badly? She shrugged it off and clutched her bag, bolting up the stairs. She threw open the door to Derek's room and dropped her bag in the entrence of the room, gasping for breath. Derek looked up at her, startled. He had white bandages on his head, chucnks of his brown hair peeking out from it. His hand seemed to be wrapped at least 100 times, the hand that the Joker had stabbed and he watched her in pure silence.
"D-Derek?" Freya nearly felt like breaking down there, which she did. She stumbled over to him and collapsed, her hands on the bed as she fell to her knees, crying.
"I'm so sorry!!" Dereked hesitated before grabbing her hands with a small cringe and pulling her up, hugging her tightly to him. He took in a sharp breath, using his hand lightly as Freya cried against him. He felt himself about to as well, and he did slightly.
"Oh Freya...my god....how did you...? Nevermind. Just....stay here. Setlle down. I'll get a nurse to come up and-"
"No!" Freya stopped him suddenly and she looked up at him, her face red. "Please Derek, we BOTH have to get out of here, I'm sure the Joker knows where I am by now! Come on!" *She pulled on his arm and Derek hesitated.
"......All right Freya." Derek struggled a bit, sitting up and got out of the bed. He walked over and grabbed Freya's backpack, searching through it. He pulled out a pair of jeans and glanced at her.
"Do you EVER buy womans' jeans?" Freya giggled softly, whiping her tears and shrugged.
"Ibought Tripp pants...." She smiled and walked over, grabbing a black pair of Tripp pants with strips of red and then a red shirt with black Skulls and stars. She blushed and grabbed abra and pair of underwear, going to the bathroom. She changed quickly and Derek put on the pants, followed by a loose white t-shirt she had in her bag. He reached over, grabbing handfulls of bandage's and shoved them in the bag, zipping it up. Freya stepped out and grabbed a t-shirt sweater, black with white lines in ovals with skull buttons and she pulled it on. The both glanced at eachother as Derek slipped on his sneakers.
"Oh!" Freya opened the backpack once more and digged to the bottom, grabbing a pair of black boots and tugging them on. Derek grabbed the bag and quickly ran out of the room, tugging Freya along by her hand. She kept up with him, going through the back and looked as one of the nurses ran at them, screaming. Derek didn't seem to pay attention as he continued to run, slinging the bag over his shoulder.