Sanctus Espiritus, redeem us from this solemn hour
Sanctus Espiritus, insanity is all around us
Sanctus Espiritus, is this what we deserve,
Can we break free from chains of never-ending agony?
-Within Temptation, Our Solemn Hour (1)
Brother...Help me...
The bloody and pitiful visage of the younger Elric was more than enough to start making the older Elric start screaming on top of his lungs until he ran out of breath and voice and yet he still tried to push out the air that was not present at the moment to expressed his horror and sorrow and a flood of negative emotions. The sensation of being pulled away wrapped around the older Elric's body, separating him from his semi-dead brother. With the blink of an eye, the whole chaos scenery disappeared, making all the voices and scents fade away as well.
Two golden eyes shot open with fear to a room of white and pure white. The curtains, bedspread, clothes, the floor and the ceiling, all drained out of colour. The blonde continued panting, ignoring the presence of the nurse nearby waiting with a small tray in her hand.
"Good Morning, Edward" The nurse greeted him in a friendly way and put the tray on the empty nightstand next to the bed. "Had a bad dream?"
"Al..." was all Edward could mutter. In a frantic matter, he jumped up and started searching around the white room for his brother. The nurse pulled him back in the bed with a plastic smile plastered on her face and forced him to stay there; making sure that he wouldn't get up. Ignoring the cries and whines and rants of the patient, she injected a substance deep down in his veins to make him calm down. Soon, the medicine kicked in, forcing Edward to quiet down and stop kicking the air like a madman. Though, in the hospital he was in, he was considered a madman, no matter how calm or frantic he was acting.
Soon, he found himself staring up at the perfectly white ceiling. Though his body was calm, his mind was racing beyond anything. His thoughts kept focusing on his brother.
Blood...
Death...
Al...
ALPHONSE!
He wanted to scream, but couldn't find the energy in himself to do so. Instead, he lay there with sorrowful tears flowing down his cheeks, leaving a faint trail on the pale skin colour and then disappearing without a trace into the messy blonde hair that was pooled on the pillow. Until the sun went down and the moon rose from behind the trees, he lay still, silently crying his eyes out.
Hagane no o-chibi san...
The cold, yet amused voice that echoed in the room sent shivers down Edward's spine. He sat up still, tightly holding onto the blanket as if it was enough to protect him from what was coming. He couldn't tell whether it was real, or just in his head as the doctors and the nurses said all the time. But whatever its level of reality was, it was scary enough to make the boy start trembling with fear.
Come on, get up, and fight!
What's the matter? Baby is too scared to do anything?
Pathetic...
Patient File (2)
Name: Edward Elric
Date of Birth: February 8th, 1899
Mental Illness: Schizophrenia, Schizoaffective disorder, Borderline personality disorder, Micropsia
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N/: My first attempt of writing a long fanfiction :D Constructive criticism and reviews are more than welcomed. Any suggestions for next chapter are also appreciated.
(1)- Sanctus Espiritus means Holy Ghost in latin
(2) I have no idea how the patient files are supposed to be, but I guess they look something like that. But I did do a little research on the mental illnesses. YEY