Sick~Chapter 1-Fa Fa
Okay, I would like to start by saying I wanna hit myself on the head for starting another fic right during midterms time, but I really wanted to write this and see how it went over. I'd say this is gonna be more intense my other fics, but I haven't written any other part yet, so it's not definite. Yeah, I'm kinda thinking I should maybe make the secondary genre angst, but I don't wanna b/c it's not all gonna be "angsty"…just parts. Okay, right now, there isn't anything I can tell you b/c you'll find everything out in good time. This is just the intro chapter, so not much happens. But a lot of this will be flashbacks ('cept not this chapter). Okay, read and review! I won't continue this, unless people actually want me to.
Disclaimer: I don't own…hmm…well I don't own one of the characters in this chapter. I do, however, own the doctor, the nurse, and the girl. But u can use them if u wanna…I don't know why u would want to though… Oh and I don't own the lyrics to Fa Fa, either.
She looked around the stuffy office. She scanned the rows of medical and psychology books, and sighed. She knew she didn't belong there. She noted how poorly decorated the office was. All this man had up on his walls were his many diplomas and awards. "Show off," she decided bitterly as she continued to scan. The office had become quite familiar to her by now. She had spent months of torment in there, but still, never gave the information they wanted. She wasn't about to cave.
She was jolted out of her thoughts when the doctor entered his office and sat down at his big brown desk in his large, black leather chair. He faced her and smiled, but she just stared back at him, blankly. She hated how forged all the smiles were there. Nothing was real to her in that place, not even herself.
"Ms. Geller, how…"
She cut him off angrily. "It's Mrs. Bing!"
He nodded slowly. "Right, Mrs. Bing…how are you doing this week?"
She didn't answer, and he sighed. "Please, Ms. Geller, answer my questions!"
"It's Mrs. Bing. And I don't belong here."
"Okay, well, if you discuss things with us, we can let you leave."
"You ruined my life! How am I supposed to go back in the real world? What's the point of leaving? You classified me as sick! I am not sick!"
"Please, calm down, or I'll have to call for assistance."
She then settled down. The last thing she wanted was what they referred to as "assistance." All they assisted in was grabbing her forcefully and drugging her until she was completely unconscious.
"I'm not sick," she mumbled.
"Okay, Miss…es Bing, I understand."
"No, you don't understand. None of you understand. Let me leave!"
The doctor sighed. "If you wish."
"I do."
He pressed the intercom button. "Ms. Delancy, Ms. Geller…"
She cleared her throat angrily, so the doctor corrected himself, "Mrs. Bing, is ready to be escorted back."
After a moment, the nurse entered the room, and she stood up. She sent the doctor one last angry glance, and followed the nurse back to the building.
*~*~*~*
Later that day, she sat on the edge of the bed, alone in her room. She hated every minute of her life in that retched place. It always smelled of sterilizer and was filled with the ear-shattering screams of women in immense agony. She ran her fingers along the white sheets of the bed and stifled tears. She knew she didn't belong there. She wasn't sick.
After a few minutes, she looked up at the room around her. However, all that succeeded in doing was making her more depressed. The room was bleak and cold. The walls were white, as were the bed sheets and floor tiles. There was a small closet and night table. Aside from that, the small room was empty. Nothing in it belonged to her. She hated that. They were allowed no personal items. She felt like a stranger in another person's house. In fact, she felt like a stranger in another person's life. She laid back on her bed and stared at the ceiling tiles, which were, of course, also white. There were 500 holes in each tile. She had counted many times before. It was the best entertainment she could find.
Sensing that she was being watched, she sat up from her bed and looked out into the hallway. There was a young girl standing there. She figured the girl could not be older than twenty. The girl was looking into her room, making her increasingly angry. People were so nosy there. She was about to yell at the girl for intruding in her personal space, when the girl interrupted her.
"Hi," The girl stated simply and quietly.
She figured she should at least try to make conversation with the girl. That is, if the girl possessed the ability to do so. She felt bad, that girl looked so lost and lonely.
"Hi," she repeated, studying the girl. "Are you new?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry. This place is horrible."
The girl smiled slightly. "Yeah, it is."
Suddenly, a nurse appeared, interrupting their conversation. "Ms. Geller, it's time for your medication."
"It's Mrs. Bing!" she corrected, frustrated.
"I'm sorry, of course, Mrs. Bing."
She rolled her eyes and rose from the bed. She turned to the girl, who was watching the scene unfold from the hallway and smiled reassuringly. She then disappeared around the hallway, and the girl turned in the other direction.
*~*~*~*
She sat down at a table, away from all of the sick people. She didn't want to have anything to do with anyone there. She stared at her food and mashed it on her plate. She was in no mood to eat, especially not what they served. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and thought to herself, "I used to be a chef. I shouldn't be eating frozen potatoes and chicken…water!" She pushed away the tray of food and drank from her cup of water. She had lost so much weight in the past year that she could clearly see her rib cage without sucking in her stomach. She didn't care though. There was no use in eating, except to get the doctors and nurses off her back. Whenever she saw a nurse pass by her, she took a forkful of mashed potatoes and shoved them in her mouth, trying hard not to gag. Finally, when she decided she had eaten for long enough, she threw her food away.
She began to head back to her room, when she heard someone call from behind her, "Mrs. Bing?"
Happy that someone finally got her name correct, she turned around and saw that same girl that was in front of her room earlier.
"Yes?" she asked when the girl caught up with her.
"Umm…do you think we could…ya know, talk?"
She studied the girl, skeptically. "Okay…"
"Well, it's just, see, I've been looking for someone to hang out with, since it's pretty lonely here. And everyone here seems too…well ya know, for normal conversation. Then I noticed you, and you seem…well not, ya know."
She smiled genuinely for the first time in over a year. "Thank you."
The girl smiled back and extended her hand. "I'm Julia…Roberts."
Monica stifled a laugh. She knew that the girl was obviously sick, but she didn't say anything. Instead she shook the outstretched and told her, "I'm Monica."
"How'd you…end up here?"
Monica shook her head woefully. "It's a long, long story."
"I'm always willing to listen."
"I dunno…"
"Please?"
"Well…" Monica began, while thinking. "Okay. I'll tell you."
When you look in the
mirror, wish you were somebody else
Just a perfect reflection, you and no one else
Minutes run into hours, hours run into days
You're still waiting for someone who never ever came
Fa Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Never be the same again
Fa Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Never be the same again
You were always saying something, you swear you'd never say again
You were always saying something, you swear you'd never say again
Fa Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Never be the same again
Fa Fa-Fa Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa
Never be the same again
-Excerpt of the song Fa Fa, by Guster
So? I'm only gonna continue if people want me to. Oh and I know things may not make much sense now, but they will, as I said before, once I start with the flashbacks. Thanks!;-)
