I was the Joker

Date: 4/14/2019

I worked at an office. My boss did something that angered me incredibly. I think they basically said they they were going to fire me the next day, even tho I was an inxrediblg hard worker who had been there for years. I lost my shit. Followed him after work, painted my face like The Joker from the new film and was wearing that outfit. Boss was driving down the street. It was a big street but it was empty. I pulled my car in front and stopped him. I got out and killed him. There was like two other people who I also killed cos I thought why not. Did a heath Ledger and put a grenade in one's mouth. I left the scene, thinking there would be a chase by the cops but I entirely got out of the situation somehow. There was a small group of people I knew that found out it was me but followed me for my actions. After this incident I went back to my previous shy self, even worse. No one else suspected me. Me and my followers later pulled off a robbery. People at work questioned me about the boss. I was incredibly guilt stricken about killing him and the others. I did those actions because I thought I was going to die shortly after in a shoot out w the cops but as I said I'd gotten away. It was so bad, it was like a weight crushing me. I just wanted to tell everyone that I was the Joker that people had seen on CCTV footage on the news. We went on another robbery but someone in our small group got caught, he was more a visionary than me but was using me as his tool to create a message and guide others- I didn't mind, I hoped I'd die on one of these missions. However, we were close to being caught, escaping out back of a building under a garage door. There wasn't enough time for all to get out. He elected to be the one left behind, saying it was more important that I stayed alive. I got out and away. He died in the shoot out. Me and the girl were incredibly depressed the next day. He was our leader and he was dead. I passed out at school at one stage during this following day. The girl was ordered to get a labotomy at the end of the day after school. I was so depressed about it, I was losing both "followers" who were the only reason I hadn't turned myself in. The teacher threatened if I didn't behave myself and act normal I'd be ordered to have a labotomy as well. I snapped, now I would finally tell everyone. I stood up, towering over him. I gripped his shirt, the face of shy introverted me falling to reveal the monster beneath. I said. "You know me." I said. The girl started saying 'no don't. Don't do it don't.' "The real me. Don't you? You know who I am? Who am I?" He looked unnerved and a little bit scared. I could see he was trying to figure out who I was, there was something about me he could recognise with my voice changing, my expression changing, the way I held myself. I started laughing maniacally and his face shifted to that of horror, I thew him back, still laughing. I felt all of the weight lift off my shoulders.