EPILOUGE
Get down with the sickness (dirty version) by Disturbed
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)
The doctor walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. The nurse turned to him and smiled.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Cullen," the nurse said brightly.
"Aren't you going to say hello?" she then said to the figure at the window.
The silent figure did not move, not even in acknowledgement that anyone else was in the room. She simply stared out of the window, gazing at seemingly nothing in the rain outside of the window pane.
"She's getting worse," the nurse replied, looking forlorn and pushed to sleeplessness as her eyes swung back to the doctor.
"Yes. I am well aware of that, Isabella," the doctor replied while taking a tablet from his white lab coat pocket. "And she repeats the same story, then?"
"Always the same one. It's been a year since she arrived here, and she still insists on telling that story," the nurse said, squeezing her eyes shut and brushing her fingers across them.
"Let me talk to her," Dr. Cullen offered, moving from the edge of the bed and kneeling beside the figure at the window.
"Rose, it's Dr. Cullen. Remember me?"
No answer.
"Well, you see, Rose," the doctor started, "the staff tells me that you have this story that you like to repeat all the time."
No answer.
"Do you mind sharing it with me?" he coaxed her softly.
"Edward," she replied simply.
Dr. Cullen sifted through a few pages of his tablet and then spoke again.
"He was your brother, correct?"
Rose nodded.
"The orchard…he and Bella used to go there," she said, shifting her eyes back and forth schizophrenically.
"Oh. Is this the same orchard you keep telling the staff about?"
Rose nodded her head slowly and sighed. "The barn—the barn burned down."
"The barn? Can you tell me more about this barn, Rose?" Dr. Cullen said, writing down something on the pad of paper.
"Edward. He trapped me under the burning barn. He burned me," she explained in broken words.
"Edward burned you? Is that how you got burned, Rose?"
She shook her head.
"Well, you have to explain it to me, Rose," he told her softly.
"He could heal. So can I," she said, not elaborating on her burns. She then turned to stare at the doctor. "And, fires."
"Okay, Rose. And where is Edward and, um…," he asked, hunting through his notes. "Bella?"
She shrugged. "Orchard, I guess."
"Thank you, Rose. I'll let you get back to your activities, then," Dr. Cullen told her.
Motioning for the nurse, Isabella, to follow him, he rose and walked to the door.
"So?" Isabella asked.
"She is one of the worst patients I have seen. Her mind seems to be making up stories to cope. I can't imagine the guilt she is feeling. Starting the fire that killed her brother a year ago," Dr. Cullen whispered. "Her parents had her admitted here right after she got out from the hospital, after she showed signs of being mentally scarred from that night's event."
"But why is she using our names in her story, Carlisle? And Alice, her therapist, and Jasper, the cook in the kitchen?"
"We, in theory, serve as stand-ins for a coping mechanism. As long as Edward is still alive in her mind, she will use anyone's name around her to fit into the story she is telling. Puzzle pieces, if you will."
"So, her brother died in that fire a year ago, and the guilt that she has is played out in her story?"
"Exactly. The ending of her story, the staff tells me, is that she always dies in the end. Her guilty conscience always animates her death in her twisted story."
"What do you plan to do with her, then?" Nurse Isabella Swan asked.
"I think we need to keep her separated from the others and discourage this story of hers. The more she repeats it, the worse off she will be," the doctor said, smiling and turning around to leave. "I think she needs more help then we can give her. I'll discuss moving her with the board staff."
As the door slammed shut, Nurse Isabella read the wording on the window and sighed…
ROSALIE L. CULLEN
PATIENT 3204954-D
FORKS MENTAL HEALTH ASYLUM
"I found you after all this time, Bella…" Rosalie said from behind her.
She turned around, and immediately saw the blue palm of Rosalie Cullen bear down on her smooth, fresh, face…
THE END
It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
Oh no, the world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon ... in me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up
Come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up
Come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
A/N:
This fanfiction has finally come to its conclusion. In case you are missing the end twist, Rosalie never saved Edward from the fire. Edward died in the fire a year ago, and the whole fanfiction you have been reading is the story Rose told the Mental Health staff…but in the end…was she telling the truth about the story? You be the judge…
*You can download the free E-Book of Eventual Eden on my profile to enjoy offline.
*You can view my next story's summary on my profile as well.
*Follow me on Twitter. Link in profile.
Thanks to my lovely Beta, xlavendermoonx, who is an incredible writer and Beta. Check out her work!
DEDICATIONS:
For my reviewers and readers. You make the story. You make it rock.
SPECIAL DEDICATION:
For Susie. Thank you so much for enduring the countless-and less face it, there was a
Fuckload of—emails. You made this story come to life in the end, and I
Can't wait for more of your beta-ing. Love you to pieces!
shena