Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter, Twilight, My Immortal or anything affiliated with them. No money is being made from this; I am writing purely for enjoyment. ... and for a good grade in Creative Writing. I own Brionee Ware, the Crisis Center for Estranged Sues, Reality and that random UPS guy that will show up later on. I do not own UPS.
A/N: If anyone has a Sue that they are okay with killing off or that could be one of the ones that goes through rehab, PLEASE TELL ME. I'll cite you and everything. Just SEND ME YOUR SUES!
Redemption: A Sue's Story
Chapter 1: Awakening
Shimmering lights. That's all that I could remember before waking up in what appeared to be a psych ward. Shimmering, rainbow-colored lights.
My mind was still clouded with whatever drugs were in the tranquilizer that I was being given through an IV. The mystery chemicals were listed on the side of a blue-green bag that hung from the shiny silver pole near my bed.
I thrashed weakly, trying to get up; my body was so tired, I probably couldn't even have achieved my goal without the leather straps on my wrists and ankles.
A mirror glinted slightly across the room from me in the dim light that streamed in from a small window. My reflection was as it had been for as long as I could remember: Hair as dark as a raven's wing, eyes like cut emeralds, porcelain skin…
… then everything shifted. For a moment, my vision blurred; when it cleared, I had changed. My eyes dulled to a color that was a few shades lighter than olive. My hair lost its strange, rainbow sheen and became simply black. My skin took on a slightly more human tone.
"Wh… what…" I was surprised by the raspy quality that my voice had taken on from lack of use. It had never done that before. Even when I had woken up after sleeping in, my voice had always been perfect…
"Are you awake?"
I started at the light, feminine voice. "W-who are you?" The woman was tall and lean, with a short, white dress, a small white hat and a head of curly blonde hair. The hat and clothes sported a small, red cross on the center of the hat and on the chest of the dress.
"I am a generic nurse," the woman explained with a giggle. "You'll see a lot of us around here."
This raised more questions than it answered, but I didn't feel up to playing Q and A yet, so I let them slide. "What do you have me on? I don't remember being injured…"
"Just a few anesthetics," she recalled, "with a good dose of Reality thrown in. It's the only thing that will cure a Sue, y'know."
I stared in disbelief. "A-a what?"
Her gaze became sympathetic. "You're in the Crisis Center for Estranged Sues, dear. You are a recovering Mary Sue."