The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 254 I
What the hell is this world?
I don't really know, 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.Even more boring.

I was born into a medical family, as you can guess from the name, one of those boring families that have been in medicine for generations, my father is a brain surgeon and my mother is a nurse , my grandparents, grandparents, and grandparents are also doctors in nearby towns. I also have two older brothers. Can you guess what their occupations are? Well, let me tell you, It's also a doctor. Surprised, isn't it?

In my home, what I see the most is the white coat. The bookshelves are filled with medical textbooks, and the anatomy atlas is hung on the wall of the bedroom. My father even bought a software model of the brain. It was placed on the desk 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 to not 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 became...a hospital.

The calendar on the wall is not a festival plan, but our duty form. On the dining table, we are not talking about shopping or movies, but are studying some cases. I am not saying that it is not good to put work first, but I think, how to say here is also a family, I have a mother, a father, and two brothers, but I have never felt their identities in this family, and I have never felt the word 'love'.

So -- I hate hospitals.

This distaste 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 also strong. It is 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, the only time in my long memory Travel. We're going to have a big picnic by the Belt River in 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 operation as usual.
It was a really good feeling. I remember being amused by a joke my father told, and 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.

Unlike my family.

Well, 'family'. When I finally got a glimpse of what that word meant in my boring life, I lost them.

It was a terrible time. Whenever I opened the door and saw the empty living room, I confessed that although I had imagined countless times, I hoped to have such a quiet family, but when it was placed The time in front of me brought me nothing but endless emptiness and loneliness.

Gradually. I got into a bad habit.

fantasy suicide
Maybe it's because I'm timid, maybe I can't find a satisfactory suicide method, in short, this matter has always stayed in my fantasy, of course, I can't always fantasize, I will always take a little bit of practical action , such as cutting the skin with a blade, such as clenching a fist hard, sinking the newly made beautiful nails into the palm of the hand.

My colleagues can’t believe it. I, who is usually cheerful and lively and likes to tell jokes, is actually a lunatic. I am joking with them, talking about soap operas, and I am actually biting the tip of my tongue and smiling. He swallowed the blood mixed with coffee into his stomach.

It's silly, but the feeling of pain is relaxing and I can't stop.

Finally, on that day, after a heavy rain, I gave my cat to my neighbor, donated all my savings to the orphanage, cleaned the house, and put on the most suitable beautiful clothes for that day. Clothes, smiled and walked into the hospital where I work.

Maybe it was the day I was really dressed up so I got four bouquets 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 little by little. I was still wearing a white coat, still drinking the refreshing coffee every morning, and still smiling Talk to my patients, just like always. No one will know, 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 the name on TV and knew he was a horrible, heinous criminal who walked into my office in that dirty purple suit and held a gun to my head. said to me with a smile.

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

At that moment, I looked at the clown's horrible mouth corners and extremely crazy eyes, and I laughed
"Okay."

I said yes to him, yes, I looked at his horrible mouth, crazy eyes, and who's blood was pouring from the office door, and I didn't scream because I was dying.
Afterwards, he thanked me politely, held me hostage in one hand, held a gun in the other, and escaped from the hospital laughing wildly at the gunpoint of countless policemen who rushed in.

We got into a car that was hijacked halfway. 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 hopeless after losing my family. Extraneous feeling. It was a little bit of stimulation.

At the same time, I also saw the muzzle of the gun that was constantly pouring out blood on the clown's abdomen.
Yes, he's dying, but unfortunately... I can't save him.

Because I too am about to die.

(End of this chapter)