All I could do was stand there, totally dumbfounded, as Joker, my worst enemy, Joker, kissed Dia. As he did so, I felt myself begin to work up a terrible rage. But it wasn't just that. At the same time, it felt like my heart was tearing in two, and I didn't know why.
I walked forward, slowly, and said: "Dia. Step aside, if you please." My voice was polite, but cold. For some reason, I almost felt as if I hated her again... She stepped away, quickly, and jumped back a few steps. As soon as she was out of the way I punched Joker as hard as I could. The blow hit him on the jaw, sending him reeling backwards. He landed on his butt, rubbing his face. A large bruise was already forming where I had hit him. "Get out of my house, Joker."
We stared at each other for what seemed like an age, but eventually Joker got up, wise enough not to test me, and left as fast as he could, still rubbing the bruise on his jawline. At that, I turned on my heel and stalked back to the room I shared with Dia, pushing past her a little rudely as I went. She followed, almost running to keep up with my anger fueled pace. Once we reached the room, I went in and slammed the door shut, turning the key on the inside, locking myself in, and her out.
Then I ran to the bed, climbed under the covers and wept uncontrollably. Something.. Someone.. was making me feel this way. Now I just needed to figure out who... and why...