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“Sammy! Sammy!” I shouted running through the apartment to get to my older sister, Samantha.
“Sammy! Sammy, we gotta run! Mom is dead!” I yelled as I entered her room.
“Harley! Get out! Go to the roof! Get out before he gets you as well!” Samantha screamed when she saw me. It was only then that I saw him. I will never forget what happened that night. It was Dad, he had killed mom and was now slaughtering Samantha. I didn’t understand it at the time; I had no clue what he was doing, I was only sixteen years old. I screamed and ran out of the room onto the roof.
“C’mere Harleen” he drunkenly slurred, “get over here you little slut. Just like your mom and sister”
“Please, please don’t kill me daddy! I love you” I whimpered as he got closer and closer, the knife he used on mom and Sammy was still in his hand. I looked over the edge, we were only ten stories up, it was a small apartment complex, and then I looked back at him and the knife. I knew what he would do if I didn’t do as he said. I hesitated and that almost cost me my life, I jumped. I was falling and falling. I thought for sure I was going to die! I closed my eyes as I got closer to the ground; suddenly I was caught by someone. I looked up crying at whoever had saved me, it was this man with eyes the color of the ocean, dressed in all black with a cape.
I shook my head, ‘Now is not the time to be thinking about that, Harleen. It’s been six years.’ I was so excited; it was my first day working with level zero at Arkham Asylum. Level zero was where they kept the notorious super-villains, like Poison Ivy, The Riddler, Scarecrow, The Joker and other dangerous people like that. Dr. Arkham decided I was ready for level zero after I have been working there for over a year and have cured many of my non-violent patents. I signed in and went straight to my office so I could get the files on my new patents. When working with a level zero, you only work with one patent and you have daily sessions. I looked at the fill on my desk, it read: POISON IVY/PAMELA ISLEY. ‘This should be fun,’ I thought to myself. I look around my office, a teal and light grey chevron pattern as the walls, a nice comforting light grey carpet, a big comfy black couch sat in the middle of the room. I was very pleased with my office, it was a lot better than most other offices if I do say so myself. I sit down, reading her chart when I hear a knock on the door. “Come in” I call. Two guards escort, I use that term lightly, Poison Ivy in. They then roughly secure her onto the couch.
“Thank you,” I try to keep the hatred out of my voice. Poison Ivy notices and starts giggling to herself. I also start giggling as soon as they leave.
“Are they always that mean?” I ask with concern in my voice.
“Yeah, they are like that with every level zero” She says as if it is no biggie. We talk for what seems like seconds when the guards knock to come get her.
“Oh my! That went by so fast,” she exclaimed, “guess I will see you tomorrow Dr. Quinzel!”
“Goodbye Miss Isley!” I reply.
“You can call me Pammy” she said with a wink. During the next sessions she was no longer rudely escorted in or secured onto the couch. I found this helped a lot with her opening up and talking