The Jokes On Me

"Hello? Luna?"

I slowly opened my eyes and was met with a extremely bright light. I flinched. My vision was blurred. I smelt the faint smell of gun powder and perfume. I knew who it was.

"Mom?" I croaked out.

"I told you dim wits she was fine!" I heard someone say in a purr.

"Selina don't talk to me." I heard from the familiar high pitched voice.

"Why are you mad at me?! Your daughter literally just tried to kill me!"

"It wasnt her fault!"

"Your right, its your fault for messing up her mind!"

I heard my mom hiss.

"Shut up! Be useful and get her a pillow. Now."

I heard a groan then the shuffling of feet. My head pounded and I heard the rushing of my blood inside. Where was I? My vision was extremely blurred as I couldn't see anything.

I then felt my head being propped up gently, then a soft cushion was placed beneath my head.

"Here, tell her to drink this." I heard the voice of which I identified as Ivy's.

"What the heck is that?!" I heard my mom groan in disgust.

"Just give it to her woman!"

I felt a glass rim being pressed against my lips. My mouth parted slightly, I felt something tip. I was soon met with a foul, bitter taste that flooded my mouth. I was about to spit it out, but my mom stopped me.

"Sweetie I need you to drink it."

I had to restrain myself from spitting it out after what seemed like the taste of death poured into my mouth. After I swallowed it, I started to have a coughing fit. My body felt incredibly sore, and then I realized something... Mr. J's shot must have worn off. Harley seemed to sense my pain. The drinks effect seemed to take its toll on me, and my blurred vision cleared and the violent pounding in my head stopped.

I looked around and observed my current surroundings, and found myself again in Ivy's house. The same almost worn out yellow wallpaper that covered her walls, the same Grey carpeted flooring, the same incredulous amount of plants everywhere.

And then there was Ivy who sat at the end cushion of the couch we both were seated on, and Selina who was further off in an armchair with a smug look and her arms crossed. Then there was Harley who sat on her knees next to me leaning on the cushion I was layed on.

Pain seared through me when I attempted to sit all the way up, but failed.

"You okay sweetie?"

I blinked. "Yeah I'm fine, I just uhh... I have a headache."  I gave her a innocent smile, but she didn't seem to believe it.

She walked closer to me and cupped my face with her gentle hands. I wanted to pull away, but pain stopped me. She then lightly grazed my cheek and removed her hand. She inspected her thumb.

"Hey I know this glittery cream from anywhere, you've been in my make-up!" She said in an upset tone. I gulped.

"Yeah, I was uh, I was just bored. Sorry."

She squinted. "Is that so?"

I quickly nodded.

She again cupped her hand around my face. She tried to look into my eyes, but I eagerly avoided eye contact. Suddenly I felt her push extremely hard on one of my hidden bruises. I yelled.