(So! This is the sequel to Blood On The Ice, which is over and done with. And for you Rose lovers out there, don't worry. Rose is still alive! And you'll get a few chapters with Matthew appearances, but there are new characters too! By the way, refrain from chatting on this thread, please?! Blood On The Ice got super clogged and such, but I'll make a discussion thread for this story ) ~ The damn clock ticked continuously, an annoying click that sounded every second. Somehow, it made the phycologist unbearable, as well as the other patients in the room. They were all looking at me expectantly. "...what? I told you everything." I muttered. The phycologist tapped her pen on the clipboard she held on her lap, and scribbled something down. The girl sitting next to me piped up. "But, how did it all end? I mean"- "It all ended when I got shot in the stomach, and taken here." I snapped, glaring at her. The girl shrank in her seat and turned away. "Well, these group sessions are effective." the phycologist said. "Effective?! What the hell do you mean?" I growled. "This is the biggest reaction we've had from you so far, Rose." I sighed and got up from my seat, the motion knocking the chair over. "Can I leave now?" She simply nodded, and a guard led me to my room, closing the door behind me. I sat on my bed, staring out the barred window. After I was treated for the gunshot wound, I was declared criminally insane, and I got shipped off here. Misty Hills Mental Hospital. I've never looked at my file, but from a distance, I saw it was huge. And I've only been here for three days so far. What would happen to me here?
Opening the door, a guard stepped into my room and motioned for me to come with him. I complied, and walked down the hallway, passing everyone's rooms one by one. Some were completely silent, some had voices coming from them, even though certain patients didn't have roommates, and the door on the end was Alice's room. Out of all of us, she had the highest kill rate: twenty people. She was so unstable, she's tried to kill a guard before. And succeeded. Her room was surprisingly quiet. No screaming or incoherent mumblings came from the door. Maybe she wasn't in her room. The guard nudged me and I continued walking down the hall. I guessed I had stopped without realizing it. Another guard walked into a room, and came out with a guy next to him. He looked calm, normal, even. Brushing his black hair from his face, he looked over at me and smiled. His eyes were grey, but they had a hint of icy blue splashed in the center, along with some emerald green. I smiled, until the guard nudged me again. I rolled my eyes and started walking. The guy snickered. "So, what're you in for?" he said, in a low, but musical voice. "Murder. Duh." "Well yeah, but how?" "It depended on where I was. I made everything look like an accident. They've even given me a name on television." I said, remembering the name the media gave me, Red Rose. "I want to know your real name." I looked over at him. Who was this guy? I never saw him before. And now he was asking for my name? Before I could stop myself, the word tumbled out of my mouth. "Rose." My name reverberated down the somewhat quiet hallway. The guy looked impressed. "That's a beautiful name... for a beautiful girl." he added. I felt a heat rush to my face. What the hell was he trying to do? Flirt with me? I wouldn't be able to handle a relationship. Let alone seeing... Him again- The guard opened a door in front of us, and led me inside. The other guy was led further down the hallway, but not before turning and throwing a smile at me. The room was all white, same like everything else in the hospital. But it had a chair and a table in the center of the room. And a guy was sitting there. He was sitting there. He stood up, a hopeful, yet saddened look in his eyes. "...Rose." "Matthew..." A few tears fell down my face, and a sudden pain pierced my stomach, exactly where I had been shot. Of course my heart had been shattered, but that happened long ago. I shuddered and looked to the floor, my teeth clenched in agony. "What are you doing here...?" "I came to visit you"- "I thought I wasn't allowed to have visitors." "...I'm still a detective." he said. "Oh. Well what about my mother? She's not a fückìng detective, and she can't visit me. Ever. Do you know how much that hurts?" I snapped. Matthew winced and looked to the floor. "I'm sorry..." "Did you know how much it hurt to get shot by that bàstard chief of yours? To see my blood splattered everywhere in my house?" I said, my voice unstable as it grew louder. The guard next to me shifted, his hand drawing close to a nightstick. I ignored him, growing louder. "Do you know how it felt to get killed in front of the one you loved?" I sobbed quietly. I did get killed that day. When I woke up, I was told I had been saved at the hospital; brought back to life after I flatlined. Matthew looked pained, like he wanted to help me. There wasn't any physical contact allowed, as far as I knew, the guard would stop him if he came closer. "No, I don't, Rose. But how do you think it felt when I saw you die, and I couldn't do anything about it?" he whispered. I saw a hint of tears brewing under his eyes, ready to stream down his face any moment. I remembered the night clearly. Matthew had tried to stop the chief, but he reached around him and shot me a point blank range anyways. He desperately tried to reach me, but the chief ordered three other officers to restrain him. The last thing I saw was Matthew screaming and struggling against them before I died. "I should've died..." I whisper. "Don't say that, Rose." "I should've died! I don't deserve you, let alone living in general"- Matthew crossed the room and kissed me, stopping me mid-sentence. The guard grumbled in agitation, but he didn't do anything. Matthew pulled me closer to him, and planted another kiss on my cheek. "You deserve to live. You deserve me, Rose. You don't deserve being in here..." he murmured. I started to cry silently, almost laughing as I looked up at him. Matthew seemed confused, and that made me laugh more. The guard pulled me away from him, clearing his throat harshly. I giggled, tears flowing down my face. I was the strangest mix of emotions; suicidal, yet giddy enough to laugh. The guard pushed me out the door. "Mr. Anderson, I think you've triggered a reaction in Rose." "...when can I see her again?" "When Dr. Hathoway calls for it." "When that tyrannical bìtch calls for it?!" I laughed. "That means I'll never see you again!"
"Rose Fursetino, the serial killer." The phycologist spoke smugly, a smile creeping up her lips. I was in a chair in front of her desk, in a one-on-one meeting with her. The clock stated that it was ten o'clock. Dr. Hathoway never held sessions this late at night. I shot her a look. She never said what her patients truly were. I still didn't think I was a serial killer. "Rose Fursetino, the menace to society." she continued, reading down a list. I felt a harsh pain where I had been shot, gunfire sounding in the distance. She stood up, and the paper rolled down the clipboard and onto the floor; it was long. Pacing around my chair, she grinned mischievously. "Rose Fursetino, the bìtch." I glared at her now, getting out of my seat. "Shut up!" I shouted, but no sound came out of my mouth. The clock ticked louder, the sound becoming as loud as boulders tumbling down a cliff. She smirked, grinning until her teeth showed. "Rose Fursetino, the ugly dyke. Rose Fursetino, the stupid whorë. Rose Fursetino, the senseless murderer." she chanted, growing louder with each insult. I clapped my hands over my ears, trying to shut out her voice. Dr. Hathoway strode to me, her eyes growing black as she ripped my hands from their position. She leaned over, directly in front of my face. "Rose Fursetino, the monster." she murmured. I dropped to my knees, tears streaming down my face. My fingers burned with a firey heat, and turned red. Soon blood streamed from my hands, and I gasped in horror. I shut my eyes, trying to make everything go away. "...monster. Monster. Monster!" Dr. Hathoway giggled, her voice booming now. My eyes popped open and I screamed, my voice audible now. ~ "I'M NOT A MONSTER!" I burst upright in my bed, in a cold sweat. I was breathing hard, my heartbeat raced, sounding in my ears. It was just a nightmare. A horribly realistic nightmare. I looked at my hands. They were fine, my victim's blood not on them at all. There was a knock at my door, and a guy walked in, and he wore a worried expression. He was the one I saw in the hallway before. "...are you okay?" "Uh..." I mumbled, turning away. Hot tears rushed down my face. The guy looked eerily like Matthew, and for some reason, seeing him brought back memories of us. I felt a hand on my chin, turning me to face him. He looked down at me, wiping the tears away with his thumb. The feeling was so familiar... like someone had comforted me like that before. "How about now?" And before I could stop myself, I leaned in, gazing directly at him. It was funny, I didn't even know his name, and yet, I felt as though I knew him for a long time. Locking eyes with me, as if he were asking my permission, he leaned in too, and gently kissed me. I broke away, my lips parting. "How did you get in here?" I murmured. He said nothing, a mischievous smile playing at his mouth. Standing up, he started to walk to the door. "Matthew"- He went rigid, stopping in his tracks. I immediately realized my mistake, and bit my lip in embarrassment. "...my name is Jason." he murmured. And with that, he left.