Ok people this here is my newest story... This is my modern spin on Sleeping Beauty. Dimitri Belikov is a new and energized psychologist. His patient, the crazy yet interesting Rosemarie Hathaway. Will he be able to wake up this beauty, or will she remain sleeping in her insanity spell. The story will be told from Dimitri's POV, and I am pretty sure it will remain from his POV, seeing as Rose's mind will remain unknown until the time is right. It is rated T for now, but will contain M scenes later on, which will be marked! Enjoy!

Love stories, I grew up believing in fairy tales and happy endings. I even had my own story. I thought I would grow up find love, and marry my princess. For the longest time that was what I thought was happening. Love seemed to fill me in every way, whether it was from my family, my friends, or my loving girlfriend. I always had someone to turn to, someone who loved me and I could love in return. Maybe it was because I grew up with three sisters, they always watched those Disney movies, envisioning themselves with that perfect somebody. At some point in time it had rubbed off on me. I had taken every step to ensure that my life would be planned to perfection, and to some extent it was.

I grew up in a perfect little family, mom dad, three sisters. We lived in a little house in Baia Russia and even had the little white picket fence. I always had my family around to support me, love me and help me in anyway they could. I had no reason to ever complain, I had it all, but I always thought there was something missing, something I could never place my finger on, until recently. Something that was nagging at me, something that made me question everything in my life.

I was your model son, acing all my classes, never getting in trouble, not getting my girlfriend pregnant. Hell it had taken her two years to convince me that we should have sex, though taunting a sixteen year old horny boy into sex was not that hard. I still loved Tasha with every part of me, though sometimes I question if it was love or adoration. I started dating her because my mother thought she was a very good girl, she saw everything I would need in a future wife and I had no reason to disagree. I try and tell myself that love and adoration are both the same but you and I both know their definition in the dictionary differ. Still to this day after almost a decade of being together I cannot convince myself to get down and ask her to marry me. My grandmothers ring weighing on me, telling me I am still waiting for the one.

I graduated from Harvard University with a degree in Psychology, four hard years but worth it all. Tasha and I went strong throughout college, even though we attended college on two different coasts of the states. We had both grown up in Russia and the thought of going to school in America intrigued us so very much. Harvard had always peaked my interest while, Berkeley caught Tasha's. Massachusetts and California where very far apart but somehow we worked it out. Though there were some tough times, like when Tasha got drunk and fucked some random guy. It was something I found myself forgiving, convincing myself that mistakes were going to happen. I myself had been loyal, and had devoted my entire attention to studying.

Tasha cheating on me was always in the back of my mind. It was slowly starting to torture me even more now a days. I never once used it against her, but she acted like it was not a big deal. I questioned whether or not she was cheating on me still, but could not man up enough to ask her, or even find out. I was convinced that Tasha was it for me and that in this life there could not be anyone else for me. It was not helping that my job had me working with mentally unstable people. There was no meeting anyone when the person in front of me could hardly remember their name, or in some cases remember how to swallow their own salvia.

But now here four years after graduation I was finally getting the job I had always wanted. I was now 25 years old, and it was time for me to get it together. Tasha was growing impatient wanting to buy a house here soon, wanting to leave our poor house of an apartment, her words not mine. I did not think it was bad, but she thought it would be a horrible place to start a family. The thought of having kids, always brought a smile to my face, but then imagining them with her eyes and hair would shy me away. She would kill me if she found out, but she thought we just could not conceive any children. She had stopped taking her birth control over a year ago, but I was not ready, I wanted marriage, a house and a stable job. While Tasha wanted to be a stay at home mom, her degree meant nothing to her. I had been sneaking her birth control pill in with her vitamins, I knew it was wrong, but it would be worse if she got pregnant. It just did not feel right to have to bring a baby into this situation, I knew hell would break loose.

As my feet splashed on the remaining puddles I walked towards my new place of employment. Sicklers Home for Troubled Souls, it had an odd name but it was one of the best. The building was dark, and almost castile like. There were bars on the window, making sure no one got out or in. It was almost gothic in look, and I wondered if its dark and dreary feel was what kept most of the patients inside. There were no gardens, or plants growing, everything seemed dead outside. Inside was a psychologist heaven though, patients with all types of issues and problems, all things I wanted to help them with. I had always been drawn into this world, my sisters always called me sick, but helping others was all I wanted to do. Sicklers though dreary on the outside was best known for helping the most patients get back into society, they helped more than any institute in the country and that was one of the main reasons I wanted to work here.

I left my problems at the door and walked in, quickly greeted by the security guard. I had met him when I first came here to interview, his name was Eddie Castiles, and I had found out that he worked here because this place housed his mother. His mother had gone insane and tried to kill Eddie, but his father had stepped in and saved him, giving his own life for that of his son. It was a sad story, one I tried not to read too much into. But Eddie had been forever affected, he worked here because this way he could keep an eye on his mother. He wanted her to get better and held hope that someday someone would be able to help her. Their were so many others here like her, people who just needed to find someone to wake them up from the ugly spell that held them. After a brief pat down and a check of my ID I was let go to find my office. Eddie gave a small smile and turned to help the next doctor making their way inside.

When I had told my family what I wanted to do as a career they had all looked at me like I had three heads, Tasha had been the worse. At least in the end my family understood my need to help, they understood that even those completely insane deserved a chance at having a life, and hopefully some day getting better. But Tasha, oh no Tasha thought it was such a waste, she constantly teased me about my job, saying it was sick and wrong. She even went as far as saying we should just rid the world of them, something that broke my heart. I deep down inside was still a child, believing in fairy tales, hoping that someday something magical would happen. That something inside of me would wake up. That maybe just maybe I could help a patient wake up themselves.

Sicklers had a lot to offer me, aside from a wonderfully fat paycheck. This place would allow me to use my skills, to actually help someone out. Sicklers was looked down at, but not for reasons you would think. There were many doctors in this place and many like me only focused on one or two patients. I had been told when hired that I would only have one. I had spent days studying her file. Rosemarie Hathaway. Her picture was dated to be about four years old, she was 17 at the time of admittance. She was young, and wild and according to her file a very free spirit. And if I could believe pictures she had been beautiful. She had long dark brown hair, with piercing hazel eyes. Eyes that sadly in the picture no longer held life.

Her parents had started to notice odd things about her, days after she turned 17. She would talk to herself, and nightmares started to consume her nights. Little by little Rosemarie started to lose contact with reality, she became self destructive, started fights at school, and had nearly killed a fellow student. Her file was filled with useless information, no one had been able to figure out what was wrong with the young girl. When she was first brought in she was quiet, kept to herself, and never bothered anyone. In the years to come her attitude changed, she had become out spoken, and her prior doctor even stated he thought some of her old self was showing through.

But Rosemarie had not fully come back to reality, she still talked to herself, had the nightmares, and if the nurses would not watch her carefully she would somehow harm herself. The staff was starting to think that Rosemarie would never be brought back to reality, many liked the young girl, I had asked about her to the other staff members, they all claimed her to be a pain in the ass but, that they loved her dearly. Many had become Rosemarie's extended family, seeing as her own parents stopped coming to visit her after two years. They like many thought they would never see their beloved ever again.

I was convinced though that I could help her out. I was young and so fresh to the field, I was told I was still in the dreaming state of my career, and that soon I would become just like the other doctors out there. That was something I refused to do though. If anything I was a fighter, I was going to give this job my all, and even if Rosemarie remanded the same, I promised myself I would still help her. I was not going to see her for a couple days. They wanted me to get settled in first, and I had no problem with that, but I was aching to help this young girl. My phone chimed next to me and I picked it up already knowing what it was going to say. I took a deep breath in hoping it was something different, but lately it never was.

Sorry hunny girls want a girls night out. Hope you're OK to make dinner yourself. Love ya. T

It was happening now a lot more often. I knew it had started recently, she had been close to me for a while there giving me no reason to doubt her. She had started to go out with her girlfriends every other day, but I was not stupid. I could smell the cologne on her, I could see the not so well hidden hickeys. Tasha was cheating on me, but yet I said nothing. I came home every night, cleaned, cooked and took care of everything. In the last month our sex life had become non-existent. I tried time and time again to get her to bed but there was always an excuse. Always something stopping us. I had thought we were making progress, but then again I was reminded of why I had not yet gotten down on one knee.

I knew I did not want kids right now, but I had never voiced it to her. We made plans for our future. We talked about someday having kids, getting married, a house, the whole nine yards. But it was never enough for her. I was never enough, even in the beginning it was always about her. Even when she had cheated on me in college and I let it go, I mean what kind of man was I. But still I never left, I had vowed to her to always be there for her, and I was not one to back down, I wanted this to work. It was like something was holding me back but I did not know what it was. I cared about Tasha, I had known her for so long, I feared what it would be to be without her. She was the only relationship I had ever had, and even though I knew I was good looking no other woman had shown interest in me. I don't know what it was about me but people seemed to steer clear of me. Probably had something to do with my size. I was tall, over six feet and I worked out daily. Maybe it was the long hair and glasses that did not help.

I shook my head and decided to just focus on the work that was before me. I had a lot of documents to read and sign before they would let me see Rosemarie. They just wanted to make sure I was right for her, I laughed at the thought. No one could be right for her. No one knew what was wrong with her, how could they assign her a proper physiologist without knowing this. I could only hope that I would be the right one for her. She had already spent too much time in this place, and I longed to see this young woman leave here some day. After hours of being buried in paper work there was a knock on my door. I welcomed the break, taking my glasses off to rub my eyes.

"Ahh Dr. Belikov. I wanted to just take the time to introduce myself properly. I'm Alberta, head of Physiology." I stood up quickly and walked around my desk to meet her extended hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." She nodded her head and motioned me to sit back down. As I did she took the seat in front of my desk.

"I just wanted to have a quick chat with you about Rosemarie. She has become a dear patient to me. One that many doctors can not handle, or have taken advantage of. Anyways, you must be careful with Rosemarie, she is extremely fragile, and seeks to please others. She may be head strong, but she can be easily manipulated." Her words startled me, had someone taking advantage of Rosemarie. I suddenly felt bile rise in my throat, how could someone be so sick?

"I promise you Ms Petrov, I am here to help her. I would never harm her in anyway." She eyed me slowly and nodded before standing up.

"I know Dr. Belikov. I just needed to make sure. And please call me Alberta, I'm not that old." With that she left my office leaving me lost in my thoughts.

What had happened behind these walls? What happened to Rosemarie to make Alberta so wary about me. I had a lot to find out about this place. And maybe in the end this place could help me learn more about myself. I took out my cellphone again and texted Tasha back.

Have fun. D

There was no I love you. No asking where she was going. She would go no matter what, and the last thing I wanted to do was start an argument with her. One of these days I was going to fix things with her. I needed to work up the nerve to ask her to marry me, and then maybe she would stop her cheating ways. It was clear I needed to make my commitment to her known better. She was cheating because I was not 100% with her. It was all my fault, and it always was. I sighed deeply and dropped my head to to my desk. Who was I trying to convince the world or myself?

So what did you think? Is this a good idea? Will you guys read this newest adventure! Let me know and soon I shall update with a new chapter! Right after I finish the one for Assassins!