~Paranoia~

*Here to Help*

          Their footsteps echoed in the eerieely quiet hallway. There were doors on

either side of the man and the nurse with bars that served as a prison to the

mentally ill. But the man was used to all this; these kinds of institutions were like a

second home to him. He was, after all, a psychiatrist. He was not your average

psychiatrist, however. He was Squall Leonhart, a young prodigy who was known to

cure all his patients. The world was shocked when they discovered his ability to

quickly analyze the problems and solve them. Not only was he intelligent--he was

also quite handsome. His brown hair was shaggy and often unkempt. His azure eyes

gave a mysterious gaze and his face was always emotionless.

          As they continued down the brightly-lit hallway, the man began to ponder

what kind of problem his new patient harboured.

          "She won't eat or sleep," informed the nurse, breaking his train of thought.

"All she does is sit in a corner and mumble to herself."

          The nurse gave a tired sigh as she stopped in front of a door.   

          "Room 65, patient number 01598, Rinoa Caraway," stated the nurse as she

unlocked the door.

          "You can leave now," said Squall. The nurse hesitated.

          "...Ok...Um, here is the key to this room..." said the nurse, handing him the

key. She left, still uncertain of her decision.

          Squall opened the door and walked inside.

          "Rinoa Caraway?" he called, observing the bleak room. The room was bare,

save for a bed and a thin blanket in the middle of the room. It was dark too, the only

sources of light was the blinking lightbulb and a small window. He spotted a figure

crouched in a corner of the room. He began to approach her.

          "Leave," she said hoarsely, her back still facing him. Squall ignored her

demand and sat on the bed.

          "My name is Squall Leonhart. I'm here to help," he stated.

          "Hmph. That's what they all say. In reality, they're actually saying, 'We want

your father's money'," scowled Rinoa. Squall took a piece of paper from his pocket.

          "That may be true," agreed Squall. "But your friends are the ones paying

me."

          Rinoa finally turned around with a surprised expression. Her skin was pale--

probably because she hadn't been outside the hospital for weeks. She had short,

choppy hair--like she recently cut it herself. Squall noticed how tired she looked.

          "My friends...? But, how could they? They don't have that much money..."

croaked Rinoa. Squall shrugged and handed her the paper.

          "Here's the check if you need the proof," said Squall. Rinoa stared at the

paper. Then she looked up and glared at Squall.

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          "Here, eat it." Rinoa just kept glaring at him.

          "I said I'll comply with the sessions. I never said anything about eating," said

Rinoa, stubbornly.

          "'Sides, I'm not hungry," added Rinoa. Squall sighed. She was a stubborn

one--this would take longer than what he originally expected.

          Growl....

          Squall raised an eyebrow. Rinoa blushed.

          "...Okay. I guess I can this apple-" said Squall, lifting the apple to his lips.

Rinoa, had gotten out of her seat and grabbed his hand.

          "Uh, on second thought, maybe I'll eat it..." said Rinoa, grinning nervously.

Squall smirked and handed her the apple. Rinoa sat down on the floor as she

ravenously ate her apple. In the process, her sleeve slipped. Squall noticed the

bandages wrapped around her wrist. He grabbed her hand to examine the wrist.

          "Why did you try to commit suicide?" asked Squall. Rinoa noticed how close

he was and blushed. She snatched her hand from his grip from him and backed

away.

          "Like any other suicidal person. I had a shitty life," replied Rinoa.

          "That's true," agreed Squall. "But they all have different reasons."

          "What are your reasons?" he asked.

          You're weak!

          You're ugly!

          You're all alone!

          No one cares for you!

          No one loves you!

          Rinoa was grabbing her head, trying to make the ugly words disappear out of

her head.

          "Caraway?" asked a concerned Squall. He went closer to her.

          You're dead...

            The last voice was the loudest and most clear out of all the other voices.

          "Caraway!" Rinoa had fainted into his arms.

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I hope you readers enjoyed this chapter. I sorta had a hard time starting this chapter, but I am satisfied with the ending. A small cliffhanger, it's not much, but I like it ^^.

~Tenshi

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Hope~I'm praying it'll stay interesting till the last chapter ^^;;.

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Selphie-Almasy14~Rinoa IS psycho! Hehe. Thanks for the tip! Italics were crucial to this chapter!

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