House was sitting in Mayfield Psyciatric Hospital. A nurse had just left after giving House his medicine. He took the pills, and decided to take a nap. It was hard to sleep with Amber hovering over him. She just looked at him with a blank, pale face, without moving of even blinking her eyes. She sat in the middle of the floor. House closed his eyes sleepily for just a moment. When he opened them, Amber was sitting at a piano. She began to play.
House recognised this song. He knew this song. He knew what note came next. He just didnt know how he knew this song so well. He closed his eyes, trying to remember where he heard the song before. Suddenly, he heard a small cry. He recognised it, but he wasn't sure how.
Slowly, his eyes opened. The song was still playing, but Amber and the piano were gone. In their place, was a small crib. He looked scared as he slowly got up and walked to the crib. He moved a blanket from the crib, seeing a small, delicate baby girl. He recognized the baby as all his memories came back to him.
Rachel. Cuddy. Adoption. Seranade. These words rushed through his mind like lightning. Then he heard nothing. All the sounds disapeared. He opened his eyes. House was now in his appartment. Amber was gone. Rachel was gone.
House walked to his living room and played the seranade. Everything was a hallusination. Seeing Amber, going to Mayfield, Chase and Cameron's engagement, the bachelor party, the wedding, even the hallusinations were a hallusination.
But he stopped playing. He didnt feel the need to play the piano. He felt someone watching him. Silently, He turned around and saw a familiar figure. She saw look on his face.
"Whats wrong?"
House recognised this song. He knew this song. He knew what note came next. He just didnt know how he knew this song so well. He closed his eyes, trying to remember where he heard the song before. Suddenly, he heard a small cry. He recognised it, but he wasn't sure how.
Slowly, his eyes opened. The song was still playing, but Amber and the piano were gone. In their place, was a small crib. He looked scared as he slowly got up and walked to the crib. He moved a blanket from the crib, seeing a small, delicate baby girl. He recognized the baby as all his memories came back to him.
Rachel. Cuddy. Adoption. Seranade. These words rushed through his mind like lightning. Then he heard nothing. All the sounds disapeared. He opened his eyes. House was now in his appartment. Amber was gone. Rachel was gone.
House walked to his living room and played the seranade. Everything was a hallusination. Seeing Amber, going to Mayfield, Chase and Cameron's engagement, the bachelor party, the wedding, even the hallusinations were a hallusination.
But he stopped playing. He didnt feel the need to play the piano. He felt someone watching him. Silently, He turned around and saw a familiar figure. She saw look on his face.
"Whats wrong?"
she missed him.....she couldn't live without him...she missed his eyes, his smile, and him holding onto her and never letting go.....but he was gone...forever.
she whispered to herself: "i wish u were here....to touch my hand and beg for me back...i look in the mirror and see your face....i have terrible nightmares about you....i want to live, i want to breathe, your taking over me. i'll always believe in you...i'll give up everything just to find you. have u forgotten all i know, and all we've had? if i changed.....i knew you'd love me then....hopefully u wont take over me before i go insane.."
she whispered to herself: "i wish u were here....to touch my hand and beg for me back...i look in the mirror and see your face....i have terrible nightmares about you....i want to live, i want to breathe, your taking over me. i'll always believe in you...i'll give up everything just to find you. have u forgotten all i know, and all we've had? if i changed.....i knew you'd love me then....hopefully u wont take over me before i go insane.."
Okay, hi, my name is obviously Lena. I have been writting a fanfic for two years now. It is a House fanfic, but it is very depressing and people die. Lot's of people. Also since we don't have lot of background stories on some of the characters I made some up that are probably really far off, but interesting and they serve to make a point. In the beginning the characters are a lot younger. Cuddy is 18. I know, no one could ever be a dean at 18, but the story covers a span of 33 years so I had to make them young. If u would like me to publiceer it please comment. Thank you. =)
A poem I wrote while I was bored. It's about House and his pain. How his pain keeps him from dealing with his problems.
Pain: A House poem.
Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace
Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay
Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears
On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain
Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!
Pain: A House poem.
Pain, It distracts me,
It keeps me from being angry,
It blocks out problems I don’t want to face
Scars vanish without a trace
Pain, It makes me forget
All of my regrets
About those I pushed away
When I really wanted them to stay
Pain, It takes away my fears
Like, if I will be alone the rest of my years
Left here to drown
In all of my secret tears
On pain I am now dependant,
Though it is my assailant
I am as addicted to the pain
As I am to drugs I use to make it no longer remain
Thanks for reading!!! Plz comment!!!
