What is this world?

I don't know much, I just know it's messy and ridiculous.

Especially after I met him.

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

The story about me is like a diary of a primary school student. It is even more boring.

I was born in a medical family, and you can guess it by name. It is a boring family that has been engaged in medical careers since several generations ago. My father is a brain surgeon, my mother is a nurse, my grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents, and doctors in nearby towns. I have two older brothers. Can you guess what profession they are in? Well, let me tell you, and the doctor was shocked, right?

The one I saw most in my home was a white coat. The bookshelf were filled with medical reading books. The diagram was hung on the bedroom wall. My father even bought a soft model of his brain and placed it 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!

Well, that's it.

Although I have no interest in medicine, as the saying goes, even if it is a stone next to the cesspool, you should not expect it to be odorless. So, I let it go and applied to the medical school.

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

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

The calendar on the wall is not a holiday plan, but our duty form. On the dining table, we don’t talk about shopping or movies, but are studying some cases. I’m not saying that it’s not good to put work first, but I think, it’s a family here. I have a mother, a father, and even a brother, but I have never felt their identity and family. I have never felt the word ‘love’.

So—I hate hospitals.

This annoying thing lasted until the day I graduated from medical school.

It was a pretty good morning, just in time for the cooling and the wind was strong, and it was said that there was a light rain in the afternoon, but I was in a good mood that day because, my family finally decided to do it, and on the only trip in my long memory, we were going to go to the Ring River in Gotham City for a grand picnic.

On that day, we talked about the weather and my newly bought clothes, instead of talking about my father’s last operation as usual

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

And his unfamiliar laughter was my last memory at that time

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

I was seriously injured in a car accident, 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 terrible time. Whenever I pushed open the door and saw the empty living room, I admit that although I hoped to have such a quiet family in countless fantasies, when it was placed in front of me, it brought me only endless emptiness and loneliness.

Gradually I became involved in a bad habit.

Fantasy suicide

Maybe it's timid, maybe it's because I can't find a way to commit suicide that satisfies me. In short, this matter has always been in my fantasy. Of course, I can't always fantasize. I always take a little practical action, such as cutting the skin with a blade, clenching my fist hard, and sucking my newly made beautiful nails into my palm.

My colleagues absolutely can't believe that I, who is usually cheerful and lively and likes to tell jokes, is actually a lunatic. The me who is talking and laughing with them, talking about soap opera, is actually biting the tip of my tongue hard, and then smiling and swallowing the blood mixed with coffee into my stomach.

This is silly, but the pain makes me feel relaxed and unable to stop.

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

Maybe it was that day, I was really dressed up so beautifully, so I received four bouquets of flowers and three requests for a date after get off work.

Of course, I rejected it all

Because I will die on this day!

I connected a needle to the blood vessel on my wrist, and the blood flowed into a sealed bag bit by bit. I was still wearing a white coat, still drinking the refreshing coffee every morning, and still smiling and talking to my patients. As usual, no one would know, I was enjoying death.

However, this wonderful experience was broken again.

That day, I came to the hospital where I worked alone

clown!

I've heard of this name on TV and know that he is a terrible, unforgivable criminal. That day, he walked into my office in that dirty purple dress, and pointed a gun at my head and said to me with a smile.

"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 terrible corners of his mouth and his extremely crazy eyes, and I smiled

"OK."

I promised him, yes, I looked at his terrible mouth, crazy eyes, and the blood from unknown people that flowed in from the office door, and didn't scream because I was dying

After that, he thanked me politely, then held me hostage with one hand and a gun in the other, and laughed wildly under the guns of countless policemen who rushed in, and escaped from the hospital.

We got on a car that was robbed halfway through, and I don’t know how many roadside stalls and pedestrians he knocked down. In short, it was the first time I felt the feeling beyond despair after losing my family. It was a hint of excitement.

At the same time, I also saw the gun in the clown's abdomen that was constantly bleeding.

Yes, he is going to die, but unfortunately I can't save him.
Chapter completed!