《Gangsta//Joker》All the others do
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A white light flashes before my eyes and i quickly sit up to see what looks like a long hallway with doors of different colors all with cursive writing on them. Im dressed in a white t-shirt and my hair is soaking wet. I ignore the coldness of the floor and walk towards the first door.
On it "meeting him" i carved into the purple wooden door. Opening it in confusion i feel like im sucked in and the door shuts behind me
Gasping as i appear back in the hallway i feel woozy. How could i forget my first meeting with Joker. Stairing down at all the doors i stand up slowly scared to move to fast. Were all of these memories? My memories that i lost?! I run to the next closest door and pull it open feeling the same suction feeling.
Falling onto the floor of the hallway i pout. The day me and joker made this alliance and i had every intention of screwing him over. I smile at the memory and get up running to the next wooden door.
And again i fall into the hallway but i repeat the process of running to the next door.
The process repeats itself except this time i shiver. I was still terrified of spiders.
Falling into the hall i hold my hand against my neck, even though it was just a memory it still hurt.
Laughing this time as i fall not believing i asked him that, he counted his money after he stole it i knew there was no way he trusted me or anyone for that matter.
Shivering i shake my head not wanting to think about troy and telling joker what he did. I remembered! I remembered everything from meeting joker to telling him that and everything in between. Even though it wasnt more then probably 30 seconds it still made me remember.
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Smiling i feel my face warm up, im not sure what lead to that if it was the alcohol i consumed or the pure attraction i had toward him. I couldnt help it! Did you guys see him?
I laughed as i fell into the hall this time, looking back i dont think he really wanted to go out and cause trouble but just wanted to spend time with me and sleep in bed with him, as he had gotten use to he just didnt want to say it.
That was my birthday, i remember that night vividly as soon as i walked through the door. I remembered harley and ivy even frost and donny, everything was slowly comming back.
This time when i fall its not in the hallway its on a road where i see myself and joker, The night i lost my memory!
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