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As for what disease Roxanne has, she has bipolar disorder. It it know for people with bipolar disoder to have characteristics of other diseases, such as schizophrenia.
Chatper 7 (sorry, it's a bit short)
He raised his hands to his mask. But before he was able to finish what he started, a small bell went off.
"Someone's coming," He said and stood up from his crouching position.
"What?" I asked, very confused
"I have all my passages rigged with tripwires that allow me to see when someone is coming. I'll be back, you stay here, I'm going out but I'm locking the door. You're not to go out." All of a sudden he was quite stern.
And within a few minutes, he was gone.
I went to the bathroom. I stared in the mirror. He was going to show me his face. So maybe it was his face. Since I was in the bathroom, I put my hair up, using several hairpins to hold it in place. I looked at my own face. My rosy skin, my dark hair, my black hair. I was beautiful to him?
And then, another bell went off. One, then two then another, then a few more, and then there was an entire symphony of bells.
People were coming. What had happened to Erik? Where was he? Shouldn't he have stopped them? Shouldn't he have been back by now?
Quickly I ran around, looking for some sort of weapon, something to protect myself with. There was a desk in the drawing room, I pulled open the top drawer. A gun. I had never used one, but I had read about them and I was sure I could figure it out.
Some more bells. I was shaking, I went back to my room and sat on my bed. All I could hear was the silence and each moment that went by, I was more and more nervous.
I set up the gun for use, in case I had to use it. I could hear a clicking noise. It was coming from the front door. Someone was coming in. Erik! He had finally returned! I went out into the main room. The door started to open.
"Erik?" I asked slowly. The door opened fully to reveal a man dressed in full policeman garb. Following him was my father.
"Oh Roxanne, I'm so glad we've found you, I'll take you away from this monster!" He was faking being happy to see me. He sure was fooling everyone, but not me I was holding the gun and it was wrapped in a cloth so they couldn't distinguish it.
"Monster?" I said. "What are you talking about?"
"The beast who stole you! Don't you know?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, look at him!" He moved to the side to allow six officers in carrying someone tied up. He hands were bound and so were his feet. He was dressed in Erik's clothes. Then I looked at his face. The moment I saw it, I began tearing up.
They threw him on the floor and I could see him cringe.
"He gave us quite a fight." My father said, chuckling as if it were no big matter.
I looked at Erik's face. It looked like the face of a corpse. But I didn't care. I simply knelt down beside where they had throw him and stroked his forehead. Erik's eyes drifted toward mine. I could see they were as tearful as mine. But they hadn't been before I came to his side. I think he tried to say my name, but he was gagged.
"Erik…" I said quietly. The policemen and my father watched in fascination and disgust of what I was doing. Suddenly I couldn't take it any longer, seeing Erik tied up like this. My emotions go the better of me. I stood up and pulled the cloth off the gun.
"You're the monster." I said calmly, trying my best to control my voice. And I shot him straight through the heart sending him falling backwards. My father lay on the ground, barely alive.
"Roxanne, you bitch…" He said. And those were his last words. The policemen at first seemed like they didn't know what to do. But then they regained their senses and started coming toward me. I shot three more of them. One died on the spot, one of them fell on the floor from an injured leg and the last I only shot in the arm. But then I ran out of ammunition and they got a hold of me. I kicked and I screamed and I bit and I scratched. At last they managed to control me by tying me up and gagging me the same as Erik.
And one of them stood over us. "The murderers can go to hell together." And he laughed.
It was quite dark as we both sat in the cell that had been given to us. All the others were empty. We sat next to each other in the corner of the concrete floor.
"Erik," I whispered. "I'm so sorry," I began to cry silent tears.
"Ma biche, ma cherie, don't worry so, I'm working on a plan to get us out before morning." Morning was when our sentences were going to be carried out. Since both of us were murderers and there were many witnesses, we both were to be hung.
At last Erik whispered to me again. "Give me one of your hairpins." And then I understood. There was only one guard on duty and he was at the desk in the corner dozing. How stupid, to leave someone such as Erik, a genius, with one sleepy guard. I pulled one out of my hair and handed it to him. He quietly stood up and began to pick the lock. Within a few seconds, there was a small click and the door opened.
Erik walked up silently to the sleeping guard and before he even had a chance to wake up, Erik had broken his neck.
Next to the dead guard on the desk was Erik's mask, some rope, a gun, and a knife. They were all things I had assumed Erik was carrying before he was caught. He picked them all up and deposited them in his pockets. Then he opened the drawers of the desk and found a stack of money. He also checked the pockets of the guard and found a little more.
He opened a window and helped me up and I jumped out. Erik jumped out after me.
"Take this," He handed me the gun and some money. "Come." Luckily this window had been in the back of the police station so no one in front could see us.
It was 2 in the morning according to Erik's watch, so the city was in their beds, sleeping as we escaped. The night was a cloudy one and it looked as if it would snow at any moment.
Erik and I ran past houses and houses.
"Where are we going?" I whispered, while breathing heavily.
"The train tracks. There is a freight train coming through around 2:30. It's going to go to a port at the ocean."
"How do you know this?"
"It always says in the newspaper." I nodded unable to talk and run any more. I tripped and fell into the snow. Erik noticed at once and helped me up. "Come, ma biche."
At last we reached the train tracks, they were right by a lot of factories so we hid between the factories until we could head the train. We went to stand right by the tracks.
"Get on my back." He ordered and crouched down to allow me to get on. Once I was on, I held on tight, but not too tight.
The force of the train created a wind. But even still, Erik took a running leap and landed in one the open cars.
I fell off his back in the car and rolled to the side. I hit a few crates, but I was okay. Erik was already standing.
In the back of the car there was a lot of hay. We both went over and sat down.
"Ma biche," he started, "What do you think of me now?"
"I don't…I don't think of you any different than I did before. Erik, what kind of friend would I be otherwise?" I slowly put my hands up and removed his mask. I looked at him. His eyes were sunken back into his head, his lips were misshapen and his nose was almost nonexistent.
Once again I ran my hand over his forehead and down the side of his face.
"Roxanne, there is so much better out there for you…"
"Not anymore, I am a murderer, Erik. I am shocked with myself, I killed my own father and another man, but I now I am truly free. Erik, you are beautiful in every way, you really are."
"Ma cherie, you do not know what you are saying, I'm hideous. I'm a corpse. I'm a monster.
"I know that when people tell you things for a long time, you start to believe them. I almost started to believe I was insane, but I'm not. And you may not look like me or other people out there, but you are a person. You're beautiful in your own way. And you're more beautiful than anyone. Erik, don't ever let anyone trick you into believing you are a monster."
He was crying. I wiped away his tears with my hands and then without thinking, I pulled him into an embrace. He was stiff at first, but then he loosened and wrapped his arms around me as well.
I could feel him shaking and I was sure he was crying still. I pulled us down into a laying position in the hay and we lay next to each other. I listened to him, his breathing calmed. Our arms were still wrapped together.
"Erik," I spoke his name, "Mon ami."
"Yes?"
"I'm glad we're together." I said and he pulled me tighter to him.
Eventually I fell asleep but I had a feeling he stayed up all night.
It was true, that we were murderers, but instead of going to hell, the murderers lay together, both in heaven.
And that's it! Thanks for reading!