Looking Back
Notes and Disclaimers: Of the reviews I got, many asked about Michiru. to tell the truth- I'm not all to sure what she had either. I looked over the list of symptoms that I had given Michiru, then tried to match them with some disorders. Of the ones I looked at, Schizophrenia seemed the most likely. But that would contradict about that doctors not ever knowing what she had. Anyway, since people wanted to know what happened, and I like to pay attention of peoples thoughts on my writing.. I decided to write another chapter, trying to explain Michiru's illness. The unknown illness that is.
Michiru and Haruka do not belong to me-sorry to disappoint you guys.
Her skin was flushed as I rolled off her and smiled lazily. She ran a hand through my hair and told me that she loved me. I told her I loved her too. She said I looked like a schoolboy with my hair tousled and that made me grin, and her giggle. But the security and happiness we felt would be snatched away in less time than we thought.
I don't know when it started, but not soon after we had gotten married. She started to just fade away. She would stare for more than two minutes at an object, her eyes becoming a blank slate. Or sometimes she'd see a certain thing and a demonic smile would creep over her face, and a maniacal look into her eyes. Then she started talking to herself. Mumbling at first, every now and then. But it got worse. She would say things like "No, no Michiru! It wouldn't like that!" or "Now you know you shouldn't be doing that, it's wrong It wouldn't like that." I had no idea what to do.
Next came her sudden mood swings. In the middle of a happy conversation she would yell at me and tell me that it was all my fault. What, I didn't know, and still don't know. In the midst of making love she would just stop and tell me to never touch her again.
But I had no intention of giving up. I dragged her to every physiatrist in Japan, then to America hoping they would us. They knew nothing of her condition and didn't know what to do. They gave her pills to take, suggesting that she was perhaps just going through a stage, or that she had split personality. But both proved false. They treated her for depression; post traumatic stress disorder, anything you can think of. But nothing worked.
The medicine worked like a lobotomy on Michiru. Soon she said almost nothing to me. She would still sometimes murmur that she loved me and always would but that was all. No one could a hold a conversation with her. It was obvious she was a victim of her own mind.
A victim of her own mind, trapped inside the dwellings that had held her safe. Her mind is shattered, lost in the sands of time and there is nothing I can do to help. All I can do is love her and pray that she'll that no matter what she knows that and that she knows she stills loves me.
Yes, I know. that was not like the first chapter. But you guys wanted an explanation so here it is. Review please!
Notes and Disclaimers: Of the reviews I got, many asked about Michiru. to tell the truth- I'm not all to sure what she had either. I looked over the list of symptoms that I had given Michiru, then tried to match them with some disorders. Of the ones I looked at, Schizophrenia seemed the most likely. But that would contradict about that doctors not ever knowing what she had. Anyway, since people wanted to know what happened, and I like to pay attention of peoples thoughts on my writing.. I decided to write another chapter, trying to explain Michiru's illness. The unknown illness that is.
Michiru and Haruka do not belong to me-sorry to disappoint you guys.
Her skin was flushed as I rolled off her and smiled lazily. She ran a hand through my hair and told me that she loved me. I told her I loved her too. She said I looked like a schoolboy with my hair tousled and that made me grin, and her giggle. But the security and happiness we felt would be snatched away in less time than we thought.
I don't know when it started, but not soon after we had gotten married. She started to just fade away. She would stare for more than two minutes at an object, her eyes becoming a blank slate. Or sometimes she'd see a certain thing and a demonic smile would creep over her face, and a maniacal look into her eyes. Then she started talking to herself. Mumbling at first, every now and then. But it got worse. She would say things like "No, no Michiru! It wouldn't like that!" or "Now you know you shouldn't be doing that, it's wrong It wouldn't like that." I had no idea what to do.
Next came her sudden mood swings. In the middle of a happy conversation she would yell at me and tell me that it was all my fault. What, I didn't know, and still don't know. In the midst of making love she would just stop and tell me to never touch her again.
But I had no intention of giving up. I dragged her to every physiatrist in Japan, then to America hoping they would us. They knew nothing of her condition and didn't know what to do. They gave her pills to take, suggesting that she was perhaps just going through a stage, or that she had split personality. But both proved false. They treated her for depression; post traumatic stress disorder, anything you can think of. But nothing worked.
The medicine worked like a lobotomy on Michiru. Soon she said almost nothing to me. She would still sometimes murmur that she loved me and always would but that was all. No one could a hold a conversation with her. It was obvious she was a victim of her own mind.
A victim of her own mind, trapped inside the dwellings that had held her safe. Her mind is shattered, lost in the sands of time and there is nothing I can do to help. All I can do is love her and pray that she'll that no matter what she knows that and that she knows she stills loves me.
Yes, I know. that was not like the first chapter. But you guys wanted an explanation so here it is. Review please!