Monday, my first day on the main ward and the first day I met him. Every day I was sitting in a tiny room on my own doing meaningless hours of paper work when I could have been out there doing what I have always wanted, to help people, so when the opportunity came up that I could I jumped at it, I couldn’t wait.
When the head psychiatrist came up to see me the week before to talk to me about the promotion I was really confused. I knew recently one of the old psychiatrists was admitted into here, something about trying to contaminate the water supply or something but I didn’t know that they needed a doctor that much to come down where no one have ever took a second glance at the privet elevator that only goes down to this level bellow everything else other than me and the old guy before I got the job who had this job for over twenty years and was retiring, so when she arrived I was shocked.
I don’t know why but for some unknown reason I thought that I could be getting fired they had no other reason to come see me as far as I knew, but no I wasn’t and that was a relief for starters I need this job, she just came in after knocking, asked me if she had the right person, told me she had been looking through my file and offered me the promotion with no further questioning, strange really but saying I had been with them for over three years, they could trust me, I guess.
When that happened I thought my luck had changed, recently everything that was happening just ended up with me thinking ‘at least things couldn’t get any worse’ and of course you always speak too soon, so when this happened maybe all of the bad things happening in my life could have subsided but now I know there couldn’t have been anything worse than taking that job.
The thing is I know what everyone says about me and I shall have you know there lies, stories made up to try and put a reason behind the madness, and there is, kind of. I know others that have been through what I have, obviously not the exact same but similar, and they haven’t been effected like I have, maybe some trust issues here and there but nothing serious like threatening your own life never mind all of the other casualties, without you even knowing, I know you might be confused about everything said but that’s why I’m writing this, to put the truth out there explaining my past.
Explaining how I became me, how I became Harley Quinn.
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