Chapter 1
It was March 2011, and Amelia had been invited to a party that was being hosted by a relative of a fellow student. It was out of character for Amelia to attend parties but she thought what the hell and attended anyway. It was there she drank her 1st alcoholic drink, which happened to be a vodka shot. Needless to say she didn't leave the party sober. She soon found herself in the middle of the party scene. Her attitude and behaviour started to change. She was hanging out with all the wrong people. She was hooking up with anyone, guy... or girl. Her grades started to slip and her mom was called to the school. She was right in the middle of the partying scene, taking drugs and hooking up with random people. She slowly became depressed. To the point where she was cutting herself, she was disguisted in what she was doing and felt really down after she had done it, that she'd cut herself and she would end up feeling worse. She was restricting her food, and would go days without food and would then binge and purge. Olivia was at her wits-end, she had no idea what to do. It wasn't as clear then, that she was starting to act like Kathleen before her diagnosis. One day when Olivia and Elliot were on their way to interview a witness, Olivia got a call from Amelia's school saying she had got into a fight with another student and got so worked up, she ran away from the school. Olivia knew exactly where'd she would be and told Elliot to drive her the 5 blocks to her apartment.
"I'm fine, El. Go. Interview the witness. I'll call you later" Olivia said, starring at Elliot through the car window.
"Okay. I'll talk to you later. I'll let Cragen know what's happening" Elliot replied, before he drove away.
Olivia made her way up to the apartment, and opened the door. "Mia?" She questioned as she walked into the apartment.
Amelia screamed and then Olivia heard something smash and she knew exactly where she was. Olivia walked to Amelia's bedroom and opened the door. Amelia was in hysterics and was pacing up and the room with a razor blade in hand, with blood seeping down her hand from holding it to tightly.
"Baby? Calm down. What are you doing?" Olivia said, walking towards her daughter. It was then that she saw the bleeding. "Is that... is that blood? Mia. Baby, you're bleeding."
There was no calming Amelia down. She didn't realise her mother was there. She was in get own little world. "No. Stop it. Leave me alone. Please don't hurt me" Amelia pleaded with the voices in her head. "You're not real. You're not real" She repeated over and over again.
Olivia knew at that moment, that Amelia was suffering from some sort of psychosis. "Baby, where are you?"
"I'm in..." Amelia replied, looking round her bedroom. "I'm at home, I'm in my bedroom"
"That's right, and who... who am I?" Olivia replied.
"My... my, my mom" Amelia said, turning to stare at Olivia.
"That's right and I'd never hurt you. You know that right. Now come over to me baby" Olivia said, and Amelia started to comply and walked over to Olivia. "That's right baby, keep walking towards me. It's gonna be okay. I promise"
"Mommy?" Amelia cried.
"Sshh" Olivia soothed her daughter. "Now let me have a look at your hand. You were bleeding quite a bit"
Olivia was silently praying to god that her daughter was going to be okay. She didn't understand it. She came home to reek havoc on her daughter for skipping school again and getting into yet another fight, and yet here she was tending to her daughters hand after she suffered from a bout of some sort of psychosis.
"Shit Mom, ow that hurts" Amelia winced in pain, as Olivia pulled the razor blade out of Amelia's palm.
"I know, baby. I know. But are you surprised? You cut it quite deep. And with a razor blade. I might add. What the hell Mia? What were you thinking?" Olivia replied, bandaging up her daughter's hand.
"I, uh... I don't know. What happened? Am I dreaming? How did I get here? I was at school. I was at school, I went today Mom. I promise. I went to school. Wait, you drove me to school. Where's Grace?" Amelia questioned.
"Baby. You don't remember?" Olivia urged.
"Remember what? What happened mom?" Amelia questioned.
Olivia looked at her daughter and then stood up from the bed. "I've gotta get you to the hospital, these need stitches. You lost quite a bit of blood" She said, praying her daughter didn't hatch on to her plan to get her daughter's mental health checked out.
"But..." Amelia stuttered. "It's okay now, you cleaned it up. I'm fine" She said trying to avoid going to the hospital. "Anyway, shouldn't you be at work?"
"Oh it's okay. Cragen gave me the day" Olivia lied. "Now come on. Grab your coat. We're going to get that hand checked out"
Amelia admit defeat and complied with her moms wishes. And grabbed her coat and her bag and walked out into the hall, and out of the apartment with her mother. And out onto the street, where they caught a cab to the hospital.
"Mom. What's happening? I'm scared. What's happening to me?" Amelia cried into her mothers shoulder.
"I don't know, but we're gonna find out. It's gonna be okay baby. I promise" Olivia reassured her daughter.
They soon arrived at the hospital, and made they're way into the ER.
"It's okay, baby. Go sit down. I'll be right back. I promise" Olivia told her daughter, before she walked over to the reception.
"May I help you?" The receptionist asked.
"Oh yes. My daughter, she... uh she's cut her hand" Olivia replied.
"Okay. Can you fill this out and hand it to the doctor when you're called?" The receptionist replied.
"Look, I'll be honest with you. I'm a Detective with the NYPD" Olivia said, showing her badge. "And I'm worried about my daughter, she's cut her hand and it seems she was suffering with some sort of pyschosis. Now I wish to see a doctor right away"
"Okay Detective?" The receptionist asked.
"Benson. It's Detective Benson" Olivia answered.
"Detective Benson. Go on and fill that out. And I'll send a doctor out right away" The receptionist informed Olivia.
"Thanks" Olivia replied, before walking back over to her daughter where she took a seat beside her.
"Mom. My hand hurts." Amelia said facing her mother. "I think it started bleeding again"
"I know baby. But the doctor will be here any minute and he or she will make it better" Olivia said, pulling her daughter close into a reassuring hug. "It's gonna be okay baby. I promise"
The doctor came into the waiting room. "Benson?"
"That's us" Olivia replied, standing up, holding her hand out for Amelia to take.
"Right this way. Detective Benson" The doctor said, walking over to a cubicle before pulling the curtain over.
"Now. Miss Benson, I'm Doctor Brook. Do you want to take a seat on the bed and I'll take a look at your hand. Your mom here said you cut it. Wanna tell me about that?" Dr Brook questioned.
Amelia looked at her mother who told her it was okay. That she should sit down on the bed, that wasn't going to leave her and that there was nothing to be afraid of. Amelia complied with her mother's wishes and say down on the bed.
"It hurts" Amelia said.
"I know Miss Benson" Dr Brook said taking a look at the form Olivia had handed her. "But we're going to help you with that Amelia. Now do you want to tell me how this happened?"
Amelia looked at her mother and then the doctor. "I don't know, and call me Mia. No one calls me Amelia except my teachers and my 'Grandpa'. " Mia was talking of course about Captain Cragen. He was by every meaning of the word her 'Grandpa' and she loved her dearly, and know he saw her and her mother as his family. His 'daughter' and 'granddaughter'.
"Well Mia. Your mom here tells us, you cut it on a razor blade? Is that right?" Dr Brook questioned, as she was cleaning up the cut that had indeed started bleeding again.
Amelia starred at Dr Brook. "I guess... but I can't remember. I mean I can't remember it happening until mom told me I was at home and I was bleeding"
Dr Brook who was still cleaning up the cut that had stopped bleeding again, looked up to Amelia. "And has this happened before Mia? Not being able to remember what's happened until your mom tells you"
Amelia looked to her mother. "It's okay baby. Just tell her. It'll be okay"
"It's like... uh I can be doing something then the voices they... they just won't shut up and then it's like I'm somewhere else and I can't remember going there. It's scary" Amelia said, between cries.
"And the... voices? When did they start Mia?" Dr Brook asked.
Amelia looked to Olivia again, who told her it was okay. To tell Dr Brook when the voices started.
"I can't remember, they just came one day. And haven't left me alone since. You think in crazy, don't you?" Amelia said.
"Baby, we don't think you're crazy. You just need some help. And Dr Brook is going to help, aren't you Doctor?" Olivia said.
Dr Brook who had just finished stitching the last stitch in Amelia's hand, looked at Amelia. "Yeah. We're going help. We're gonna make the voices go away."
A/N: You know what to do, review? I'll love you forever.
