All Worlds Madhouse

What the hell is this world?

I don’t really know, I just know it’s confusing and ridiculous.

Especially after I met him.

Oh, by the way, my name is Harley Quinn, and I don't know him.

My story is like a primary school student’s diary. Even more boring.

I was born into a medical family. As you can guess from the name, it is the kind of boring family that has been engaged in medicine for several generations. My father is a brain surgeon and my mother is a nurse. , my grandparents, as well as my grandparents, are also doctors from nearby towns. I also have two brothers. Can you guess what profession they are engaged in? Well, let me tell you, He's also a doctor. He was shocked, wasn't he?

In my home, the thing I see most are white coats. The bookshelves are filled with medical textbooks. Anatomical atlases are hung on the walls of the bedroom. My father even bought a software model of the brain. It was placed on the table in his study. Every day, when he was working, he had to face a soft brain.

And I, as the youngest and smartest child in this family, everyone has high hopes for me. I don’t know if you can guess it, but they all hope that I can become an excellent doctor in the future. !

Yes, it is like that.

Although I have no interest in medicine, as the saying goes, even if it is a stone next to a cesspit, you can't expect it not to smell bad. So, I went with the flow and applied for medical school.

The moment I got the admission notice, my family was finally complete.

In other words, my family finally ceased to exist, and it completely turned into a hospital.

The calendar on the wall does not draw holiday plans, but our duty forms. At the dinner table, we do not talk about shopping or movies, but study some cases. I am not saying that it is not good to put work first, but I think this is a family after all. I have a mother, a father, and two brothers, but I have never felt their identity. I have never felt the word 'love' in this family.

So—I hate hospitals.

This dislike lasted until the day I graduated from medical school.

It was a pretty good morning, just in time to cool down, and the wind was very strong. It was said that there would be a light rain in the afternoon, but I was in a good mood that day, because my family finally decided to do it, the only one in my long memory. Travel. We are going to have a grand picnic by the river around Gotham City.

On the way that day, we rarely talked about the weather and my new clothes, instead of talking about my father's last surgery as usual.

It felt really good. I remember I was so amused by a joke my father told me. That was the first time I knew that my father had a humorous side.

And his unfamiliar laughter is my last memory at that time

When I opened my eyes, I was already lying in a familiar local hospital.

A car accident. I was seriously injured, but I was lucky because I was still alive after all.

Not like my family.

Well, 'family'. When I finally vaguely experienced the meaning of this word in my boring life, I lost them.

It was a very scary time. Whenever I opened the door of my house and saw the empty living room, I admitted that although in countless fantasies, I hoped to have such a quiet family, when it really happened When I was in front of me, it brought me only endless emptiness and loneliness.

Gradually, I got into a bad habit.

fantasy of suicide

Maybe I'm timid, maybe I can't find a satisfactory way to commit suicide. In short, this matter has always stayed in my fantasy. Of course, I can't always fantasize, I will always take some practical actions. , such as cutting the skin with a blade, such as clenching your fist hard and sinking your newly made beautiful nails into your palm.

My colleagues couldn't believe it. The me who is usually cheerful and lively and likes to tell jokes is actually a lunatic. The me who is joking with them and talking about soap operas is actually biting the tip of my tongue hard and smiling. Then he swallowed the blood mixed with the coffee into his stomach.

It's silly, but the feeling of pain makes me feel relaxed and horny.

Finally that day, after a heavy rain, the weather cleared up. I gave my cat to a neighbor, donated all my savings to the orphanage, cleaned the house, and put on the most beautiful clothes that suited me that day. clothes, and walked into the hospital where I worked with a smile.

Maybe I was dressed up too much that day, so I received four bouquets of flowers and three after-get off work date requests.

Of course, I rejected them all

Because I will die on this day!

I connected a needle to the blood vessel in my wrist, and the blood flowed into a sealed bag bit by bit. I was still wearing a white coat, still drinking my morning coffee, and still smiling. Talk to my patients as usual. No one will know that I am enjoying death.

However, this wonderful experience was broken again.

That day, a man came to the hospital where I worked.

clown!

I had heard this name on TV and knew him as a terrible, heinous criminal who walked into my office that day wearing that dirty purple dress and pointed a gun at my head. Smiled and said to me.

"Beautiful lady, I'm sorry to bother you, but I think I'm dying, so, can you save me?"

At that moment, I looked at the clown's terrifying mouth and extremely crazy eyes, and I laughed.

"OK."

I agreed to him, yes, I looked at his terrible mouth corners, crazy eyes, and the blood of unknown people flowing in from the office door, and I didn't scream because I was dying.

After that, he politely thanked me, then held me hostage in one hand and a gun in the other, laughing wildly and escaped from the hospital under the gunfire of countless police officers who rushed in.

We got into a hijacked car on the way. I don’t know how many roadside stalls and pedestrians he knocked down along the way. In short, it was the first time I felt despair after losing my family. The feeling of being outside is a little bit of stimulation.

At the same time, I also saw the muzzle of the gun in the clown's abdomen that was constantly spitting out blood.

Yes, he is dying, but unfortunately I can't save him.

Because I'm going to die too.