Awakening

                                    

                                          
**LAURA'S POV**
I woke up to the smell of smoke and alcohol. Everything was black, and my arms were tied to some metal pole behind my back as I was sat on the floor. The room was echoed with every breath I took. As soon as I realized what had happened, I quickly started panicking.
Suddenly, the bag was taken off of my head and there was a blinding glare, causing me to squint. 
"Welcome to Arkham, baby." I heard a familiar voice say.
I blinked and looked up at the man hovering over me with a scarred but evil smile.
"Jerome..."
He winked then sat up straight. 
"Yeah, no, I changed my mind last minute.....just incase you're wondering."
I slightly shook my head, lips quivering at the sight of the skin grown over the cuts on his face. I didn't mind it before...but what the hell was wrong with me?
Jerome smiled again.
"What's wrong? Clown got your tongue? HAHA! Well I can't say I didn't expect you to act like this...mostly since you've always and I mean always been like this."
I stared up at him, eyes glistening in the light.
He softly smiled and reached over, gently running his fingers through my hair, causing me to shudder.
"Oh, Doll, why'd you have to fall out of love so soon....?" He whispered in a raspy voice that sounded painful to speak in.
"You're insane." I stated, pushing his hand away.
He didn't move, still slightly leaning towards me, and only inches away from my face, glaring up into my eyes.
"And you're not?" He asked.
I didn't answer him. I refused to even let him have the comfort of knowing that he wins.
He smirked. "Cmon now, we all know it. Even Harvey himself accepted the fact that you are just as crazy as me."
"I'm not crazy!" I snapped, leading me to get a tight, strong hand wrapped right around my neck. I softly gasped.
"There's no point in denying it." He muttered as I watched his eyes switch from each of my pupils, going left to right and back again.
I softly whimpered. "It hurts..."
"And it'll hurt alot more. Whether you like it or not, whether I hate you or love you. We both have no choice."
Then he finally released his grasp and sat back, doing what seemed to be manspreading. Ugh, it reminds me of Jeremiah.
"Let me go." I whispered, resting my forehead on the metal pole, which was the only thing restricting me from bopping Jerome right in the head.
He pulled a cigarette and a lighter out from his pocket. Of course he did.
"You know," He said, while lighting the cigarette. "Don't you miss the old days at all? Hiding in abandoned buildings....running from cops....mmmhh..the luxury.."
"No. I don't." I muttered.
He smiled and slipped the end of the cigarette between his lips, inhaling and then removes the cig, and leaning forward, puffing smoke in my face. My eyebrows furrowed and I closed my eyes while holding my breath.
"You look just as beautiful as the day we reunited." His gaze shifted to my chest. 
I glared at him, then turned away.