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: Nah, I still don't own anything!

Warnings: Suicidal tendencies, language.

A/N:

Finished!!!! I'm really proud of these pieces!!!! They were so much fun to write, and dark also!

Thanks to Koezh, PhoenixMagic1, BFangz and Lily Jayne for reviewing over the course of the story! It really does mean the world to me. :hugs!:

Depression—

A state of unhappiness and hopelessness, persistent feelings of hopelessness, dejection, poor concentration, lack of energy, inability to sleep, and, sometimes, suicidal tendencies

She drags her ink pen across the incident report, thoughts running a mile per minute in her head as she listens to the unit from her office, she bites her bottom lip until she hissed in pain and watches in fascination as droplets of blood drip on the incident report below her still wobbling pen.

Shit, she grabs a tissue to clear her lip while her ears can only hear the haunting melodies of her mentor, and the slightly demented and twisted laughter of her off-the-wall consultant in the next room.

She wonders sometimes, how easy it would be just to end her life; she's seen it a million times in her career as Senior Agent: overdosing, hanging, poisoning, bleeding, drowning, burning, shooting and the list continues to the point where she realizes that the incident report turns into a list of methods, and the ink suddenly becomes blood.

She crumbles the incident report in her pale hands, and wishes for the very moment that numbness would claim her body; but she wishes she could be stronger than that.

With a small smile, she throws the paper in the trash can under her desk only to pull a clean incident report from underneath her neatly stacked papers; she knows that she'll be ready to speak to Jane tonight after he finds the crumbled list in her garbage, sprinkled and dabbled with drying scarlet.

And maybe then, both of them can start anew again—without the demons of their past haunting them.