Scarlet Psychosis
Summary: He wondered sometimes when he stared at his reflection in the mirror, if he was insane and then he'd forget until he didn't even know who he was staring at anymore.
Disclaimer: Uh… nope, not mine. Be happy.
A/N:
"Finished by Sunday…" Yeah right, that was a LIE! It's probably because I've been so busy working on finishing everything for this semester, but anyway, I'm finishing this story tonight.
I hope you all forgive me, but the reason I will go ahead and finish the story is because this chapter was so short. Thanks to all the readers, reviewers and alerters for the past chapters!
Confusion—
Mental state characterized by a lack of clear and orderly thought and behavior.
The room was dark around him, head pressed to the wooden floor below him—unsure of how he got to be in that state. He remembered coming home from work, and he remembered stepping into the bedroom but beyond that, he couldn't remember anything else. He felt around to feel a sticky, wetness covering the floor around him and he wonders what did he do to cause that?
He's usually calm, cool and collected—he's seen so much in his life that nothing surprises him, but this—he doesn't remember anything.
Weren't they solving a case last night?
He did come home, didn't he?
He was sure he did.
He pulls himself from the floor, and sits up only to realize that he can make out the furniture in his living room—and he stands slowly, to flip on the light to find that the sticky, wetness was only a clear substance, and he let himself relax.
Nothing bad had happened.
He wasn't bleeding, like he thought.
But then, what exactly had happened?