The Doctor

Chapter 4: The Club

       On Monday I'm heading to school, still shaken up about Friday's events. I'm at the gates of school, fixing my scarf that's hiding the bruising, when arms wrap around me. I scream in fright trying to pull away.

     "Alex, Alex calm down, it's just me." My friend Trey says in confusion. I look at him and chuckle awkwardly.

     "Sorry, just jumpy today it seems." I say rubbing the back of my head, wincing when my hand brushes against a bruise. Luckily Trey doesn't see, too busy talking about the party two weeks ago.

     "... Oh yeah, where did you go, I couldn't find you anywhere?" I look up at him in annoyance.

     " I didn't even want to go to that party, so I left early." I muttered out. He looks at me in shock and sadness.

     "You know I'm just trying to let you live a little. Oh, how about you come to this new club with me tonight. My pal can sneak us into the back." I glare at him shaking my head.

     "Please, I swear I won't leave you again. C'mon It'll be fun I promise." I look at his sad eyes and tiredly nod my head.

     "Fine, but you can NOT leave me again." I threaten. He puts his hand over his heart and stupidly smiles.

     "I swear on my life. I'll pick you up at seven." He shouts again, rushing off. I glare at his back and mumble complaints the rest of the day. That night he picked me up at the apartment. I'm wearing some black slacks and a fancy sleeveless shirt that turns into a turtleneck at the top. He shoos me into the car and excitedly talks the whole way there. When we get there we meet up with his friend in the back of the building who lets us sneak in since the bar is usually 21 and up, but I'm still 20. I uncomfortably follow them until they stop at the door.

      "You ready!" Trey shouts opening the door. I'm blasted with loud music and bright lights. Walking in I see drunk people dancing everywhere with strippers on the stages. I awkwardly follow Trey trying not to bump into some people making out. Finally we get to a table and see Trey's other friends already waiting for him. We sit down and I just quietly observe them. None of them really like me so I just sit and watch. I would leave but I would rather not have another experience like last time. A few hours later, Trey and a few of his friends left me to dance, of course. I sit there annoyed, staring at Trey and his pals drunkenly dancing around. I continue to watch them until someone taps my shoulder. I look over to see one of Trey's friends, Veronica I think. Raising my eyebrow, I wait until she starts talking.

     "Your, Trey's little school friend right?" She asks. I grudgingly nod at her rolling my eyes.

     "You know, I bet he just feels sorry for you. I've heard him talking about how you don't have any other friends." she says, smirking.

     "Whatever, just go back to drooling over him you chihuahua." I tell her, looking away.

     "How dare you!" She shrieks at me. "No one cares about you emo bitch. You should not even be here.'' I look at her in anger about talking back when a new voice interrupts and hands land on my shoulders roughly.

     "No, she's uh not supposed to be here." The voice growls out above me. The color drains from my face when I look over and see a purple glove tightening on my shoulder. I also see Veronica's face lose all its color.

      "I- I'm sorry sir, but we were allowed in here." She lies to him not knowing who he is.

     "Well, uh I'm pretty sure that my bar has an uh age limit missy, so I think that I would know if ya were allowed or not." The Joker says leaning down closer to me, and now I see that he doesn't have any facepaint on and a mask over his scars.