Screaming. The voices are screaming now. Won't stop yelling at me. They
don't understand! I don't understand! "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT!" why
can't they just leave me alone! The flowers are everywhere. The blood! Oh
God! Not again! Just leave me alone..alone.
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"How long has she been here?"
"They're saying she was brought in last Wednesday. No I.D. She couldn't tell anyone her name and they had to restrain her several times because she was hysterical. They didn't want to sedate her because they haven't gotten the results on the blood tests back yet. Who knows what drugs could be in her system? The young man who found her reported that she kept muttering to herself about a fire and "the flowers". Jake Cross glanced over at the man walking quickly beside him, startled again at his unkempt appearance. His face was drawn and weary, his eyes dull and tired looking.
"Flowers?" The man asked his eye brows drawing together in confusion.
"That's what I heard. Sounds like she's really out of it. You sure you want to go in there alone?" They stopped in front of a two way mirror and Jake could see that his question had gone unheard. This mans attention was focused solely on the small figure curled up in the corner of the room they looked into. She was holding her head and rocking slowly from side to side. Her mouth was moving and she seemed to be talking to herself as her hands clenched her wild looking hair. She was covered in scratches and bruises. Two long cuts marred the skin on either side of her face and what looked like burn marks stood out all over her pale, dirty legs and arms.
"My God." The man muttered, a look of awe passed over his face and tears filled his eyes.
"Yeah, pretty bad huh? They don't want to clean her until they can get her calm enough for an examination"
"It's really her. I can't believe she's back." Jake watched perplexed as a tear ran down the mans face, followed quickly by another.
"You know her??"
"Yeah." He answered absentmindedly. For a moment he just stood there then, as if breaking from a trance he headed quickly out of the observation room to the door of the room holding the woman. A guard standing in front of the door looked at him warily as he approached. "FBI" The man said pulling out a badge and waving it before the guard quickly. The guard immediately turned to unlock the door and stepped aside, allowing him to enter the room. The man took a deep breath before slowly turning the handle and pushing open the door. He stepped in and closed the door softly behind him, glancing quickly at the mirror before turning to look at the woman still huddled in the corner of the room. She showed no reaction to him entering the room and continued rocking and talking quietly to herself. He took a few steps toward her and knelt down on the floor, staring intently at her, his eyes still filled with tears.
".Scully?" He whispered roughly.
Her head jerked up suddenly and for a moment her eyes focused on him "Muh- Mulder???"
Authors note: Howdy folk! This here is the beginning of my second fanfic! You won't find the other one on here, or anywhere for that matter cause I took it off the site, printed it out, burned it, and danced around the fire laughing hysterically. OK, maybe I didn't do all that but it turned out so bad that I just decided to put it out of its misery. Hopefully this one will do better! I started this fic about an hour ago after watching "Gothika" at the movie theater. Any similarities between this fic and that movie are all in your head. I may keep going, I may not, it all depends on reviews. So if ya like it, let me know! If ya don't like it go ahead, send the flames, they will keep me warm on these cold December nights!
*Sorry it's so short! I want to see if anyone is interested before I continue..what are you still doing here?? Go review! Go on now! Shoo!*
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"How long has she been here?"
"They're saying she was brought in last Wednesday. No I.D. She couldn't tell anyone her name and they had to restrain her several times because she was hysterical. They didn't want to sedate her because they haven't gotten the results on the blood tests back yet. Who knows what drugs could be in her system? The young man who found her reported that she kept muttering to herself about a fire and "the flowers". Jake Cross glanced over at the man walking quickly beside him, startled again at his unkempt appearance. His face was drawn and weary, his eyes dull and tired looking.
"Flowers?" The man asked his eye brows drawing together in confusion.
"That's what I heard. Sounds like she's really out of it. You sure you want to go in there alone?" They stopped in front of a two way mirror and Jake could see that his question had gone unheard. This mans attention was focused solely on the small figure curled up in the corner of the room they looked into. She was holding her head and rocking slowly from side to side. Her mouth was moving and she seemed to be talking to herself as her hands clenched her wild looking hair. She was covered in scratches and bruises. Two long cuts marred the skin on either side of her face and what looked like burn marks stood out all over her pale, dirty legs and arms.
"My God." The man muttered, a look of awe passed over his face and tears filled his eyes.
"Yeah, pretty bad huh? They don't want to clean her until they can get her calm enough for an examination"
"It's really her. I can't believe she's back." Jake watched perplexed as a tear ran down the mans face, followed quickly by another.
"You know her??"
"Yeah." He answered absentmindedly. For a moment he just stood there then, as if breaking from a trance he headed quickly out of the observation room to the door of the room holding the woman. A guard standing in front of the door looked at him warily as he approached. "FBI" The man said pulling out a badge and waving it before the guard quickly. The guard immediately turned to unlock the door and stepped aside, allowing him to enter the room. The man took a deep breath before slowly turning the handle and pushing open the door. He stepped in and closed the door softly behind him, glancing quickly at the mirror before turning to look at the woman still huddled in the corner of the room. She showed no reaction to him entering the room and continued rocking and talking quietly to herself. He took a few steps toward her and knelt down on the floor, staring intently at her, his eyes still filled with tears.
".Scully?" He whispered roughly.
Her head jerked up suddenly and for a moment her eyes focused on him "Muh- Mulder???"
Authors note: Howdy folk! This here is the beginning of my second fanfic! You won't find the other one on here, or anywhere for that matter cause I took it off the site, printed it out, burned it, and danced around the fire laughing hysterically. OK, maybe I didn't do all that but it turned out so bad that I just decided to put it out of its misery. Hopefully this one will do better! I started this fic about an hour ago after watching "Gothika" at the movie theater. Any similarities between this fic and that movie are all in your head. I may keep going, I may not, it all depends on reviews. So if ya like it, let me know! If ya don't like it go ahead, send the flames, they will keep me warm on these cold December nights!
*Sorry it's so short! I want to see if anyone is interested before I continue..what are you still doing here?? Go review! Go on now! Shoo!*