Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fushigi Otome ❯ Beautiful Dreamer ( Chapter 11 )

Well here is the last chapter.I only say this because it is difficult to tell if it ends or not. Thank you for all of your reviews and I really appreciate your support.

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"Is she stable now?"

"Yes. But Dr. Renolds, she hasn't said a word since the last session."

"I see. Theres no evidence she's regressed?"

"No doctor, she seems to be aware of her surroundings."

Dr. Renolds nodded to the nurse. "I'll see her now."

Minerva looked up as she heard the door of her room open. She had backed up into a sitting position against the wall, arms folded on her knees. She recognized the man who had entered, the same one as before, he carried with him a clipboard, no doubt for taking notes.

"Good afternoon Minerva. How are you feeling?"

She turned her head, refusing to answer. The doctor just continued. "Do you remember where you are? This is the Potter Institute. Your parents sent you here after you woke up, you were hysterical. You've been here for two weeks."

She turned back to the doctor, looking at him harshly. "Send me back."

"I'm sorry?"

"Send me back! I'm not supposed to be here! Why did you have to bring me back? Get out!"

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She looked around at the room. Maroon and black, books, leather chairs and shiny desks. Typical psychiatric room. As soon as they figured she calmed down she was allowed to explore. There wasn't much to it, she met the other guests some of them were okay until you were reminded of the fact why they were here. But wasn't that the same reason she was here? No, she wasn't crazy, it hadn't been just a dream it was real. Unfortunatly no one here seemed to believe her and now she sat in a room with some excuse for a shrink who looked to be analyzing her every move. She hated psychiatrists, hated talking to them, she never really felt confortable with them. This guy wasn't any different.

"Are you feeling better Minerva?"

Feeling better, that was a joke. "When I was about ten, my godmother got me this music box for my birthday. It was a ceramic sculpture with bluebirds on a tree, little lillies. The song was Beautiful Dreamer."

"Thats a nice story."

Minerva sighed. "Your lieing. Your not really listening you don't even care. Theres probably a dozen more sessions for you today you can't possibly listen and care about every single patient."

"Thats wrong Minerva. I do care about my patients. I care about you. When you came in here you were completely out of touch with reality, lost in a dream."

"It wasn't a dream. It was real, how am I to know this isn't a dream as well?"

"You still have your scars don't you?" He nodded to her wrists and Minerva scowled as she glanced at the scars and hid them behind her back. "You mentioned some names Duo, Wufei, Hilde? Your parents tell me it's from a cartoon you watch?"

"It's not a cartoon, it's called Anime."

"I see, do you watch a lot of this anime?"

Minerva scowled, this guy was realy starting to get on her nerves. "Yes, I do. Lots of people watch Anime, theres nothing wrong with it you idiot."

"I wasn't trying to be insulting, it was a question. But you must understand Minerva, those people arn't real. They're just charecters in a show."

She looked up at him, smiling slightly. "Thats what I thought. The world isn't all made up of things you can understand. No one understands death because no one lives to tell about it."

She continued to watch him as he studied her with interest. Obviously he wouldn't believe her, who would? They wouldn't even allow her a butter knife in this dump. They thought she was crazy. Hell, she probably was. There wasn't much of a choice now, she was stuck here. The best chance was to play the healthy patient and try to find a way to get back as soon as possible.

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If any place in the world sucked more then this place, Minerva wasn't aware of it. The food was terrible, reminding her of highschool days. They wouldn't allow her anything, they were so paranoid she couldn't even watch a simple cartoon. The best she could hope for were sketchpads and blocks of clay and the way she kept being analyzed for every single creation she could barely stand that. Still she continued to play her part, hoping the sooner they thought her healthy the sooner she could get out.

"You seem to be making a lot of progress lately Minerva."

She nodded. "Thank you, I'm finally starting to wake up."

The doctor nodded. "I don't appreciate it when people lie to me, it's better for both of us if you share the truth."

"I don't understand."

"Then we havn't made as much progress as I'd hoped. Your family will be visiting this week. You've progressed enough for them to see you. I suggest you make the best of it."

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She really didn't want to see her parents. She didn't want to see anyone, least of all them. Her mother she wouldn't have minded, but her father she prefered not to confront. Minerva sighed and examined the long strands of back length hair. They wouldn't let her have a mirror, for fear she might cut herself.

"Minerva?"

Minerva looked up, staring at the door and onto the faces of her parents. She refused to look any longer at her father, but forced herself to stare at her mother, careful to avoid eye contact.

"Did you do this mom? Or was it dad?"

Her mother frowned and approached her. "We're worried about you sweetie."

"Don't call me that. If you were so worried you would have noticed something was wrong long before this happened."

Minerva scowled, folding her arms and turning her head away and up to the small window near the ceiling.

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Minerva sat as far away from her parents as she could. She didn't want to be near them. Who would? They sent her here and were too blind to see the problems that began years before.

Doctor Renolds looked up from his file at the family of three sitting in front of him. "Mr and Mrs Blue, Your daughter is very sick. Her attempted suicide is a desperate cry for attention and I'd like to keep her here a few more weeks."

Minerva stared at the Doctor. "You don't know everything, you don't know what it's like."

Renolds folded his arms. "Now is a good time to tell us Minerva. There are no secrets here."

"You never know the loneliness, the depression. You've never gone to bed at night and cried because everything is just too much. You've never stayed in your house, fearing to go outside because your afraid everyone is judging you. I've felt all these things. You walk in my shoes for one day and then you can have the right to wonder why."

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"You could have told us."

Minerva sighed, looking at her mother as they sat in the waiting room. "And what would you have done? Sent me here? Your all busy with your own lives to notice. I wasn't looking for attention mom, I was looking for death."

Her mother frowned. "We wanted to bring you home."

"So you can just pretend everythings fine again?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, You know we love you."

Minerva looked up at her mother and nodded slowly. "So your leaving."

"We'll be back during visiting hours."

They were both startled by a scream. "NO! Don't touch me! They're going to kill me! make it stop!"

Everyone stared as the man began to fight against the doctor's restraints.

"What would you choose?"

"I would choose life."

Minerva began to back away as the others continued to watch the struggling man, breaking away from her mother and running. She could hear the voice of mer mother behind her as she screamed her name.

Minerva pushed through the crowd, the doctors and nurses, avoiding the elevator and taking the stairs as she continued to ascend upward, the sound of footsteps behind her. She ran faster up the stairs, slamming the door open as she ran out onto the roof. She stopped, staring out at the roof as the wind blew her hair into her face. She took a deep breath and ran for the edge of the building.

"Minerva!"

Minerva turned around and looked at her mother.

"Minerva please don't do this."

She nodded, walking forward and approaching her mother. Finally she ran, stopping to stand on her tiptoes and kiss her mother on the cheek and smilled. She broke away and ran to the edge of the building and jumped, taking a dive. The buildings passed by so quickly as she fell, the wind blowing her hair up as she descended downward. She closed her eyes slowly, smiling only slightly as light seemed to pass by her, growing brighter as she reached the pavement.

"Min. Hey Min."

She looked over at the indigo eyed gundam pilot. "Yes?"

Duo grinned, holding up a suitcase. "We can leave now. That is unless you want to wait for the next blizzard."

Minerva smiled and took the suitcase from him. "Thanks."

"No problem. What were you thinking about?"

She smiled. "Nothing, just dreaming."

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