|The Double Bind
Author: rpfangirljr PM
With the help of an abusive father, and a passive mother, Edward Anthony Masen, Jr. has, over time, found a way to cope with life. The others help him in dealing with love, anger, and the interactions necessary to make it through any given day. It's been such a difficult life, and they just want to survive it. This is their story. Welcome to The Double Bind.Rated: Fiction M - English - Drama - Edward & Carlisle - Chapters: 5 - Words: 24,153 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 09-07-12 - Published: 08-03-12 - id: 8388808
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A/N: Chapter 2 is here! Thanks to those of you who have read and/or reviewed and/or favorited our story. This week's Featured Rob Character is Giselher from Ring of the Nibelungs (or Curse fo the Ring). You can learn more about him on our blog ( .com - links on our profile page).
Also on the blog is a small snippet of our Mike Newton's POV about life in Forest Meadows.
Chapter 3 is up on the RobsH00rs ff...
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I believe in living life by the sword. ~ Giselher, Ring of the Nibelungs
Forest Meadow Mental Health Facility
Physician: Carlisle Cullen, M.D.
Time: 7:30 am, Monday, January 3rd
Ward/Floor: S. Meyer Wing, 5th Floor, minimum security
Brandon, Mary A.
Mary Alice was awake before 7 a.m. again this morning. She is already involved with a tea party set she made from her paper and crayon stash. She still has the mind of a 10-year-old child although she is almost 19 years old. Increase adult interaction throughout the day, speaking only in adult terms that a child wouldn't comprehend.
Rosalie's depression induced by post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) seems to have worsened over the weekend. She had managed to get scissors during the day yesterday, for the second time since she's been here, which were removed from her possession overnight. She was caught by the night orderly, Felix Volturi, trying to cut all of her hair off again. Her self-hatred is increasing by the day. She needs extra security at night and will have to be monitored throughout the day as well. Consider upping her Zoloft dosage to the full 50 mg.
Jasper is still under the impression that he is a Civil War Major for the Texas Confederate Army. He spent the last evening planning a battle near San Antonio. He is still not seen as a threat to the other patients and keeps mostly to himself. Continue monitoring throughout the day, as every day. Consider increasing his dosage of clozapine.
Michael Newton was moved to the Stream Song wing in the fourth floor medium security ward as was Eric Yorke, for causing problems and making violent threats against the patients here over the weekend.
During group therapy, try to get Alice to interact beyond the realm of a child. Maybe introduce talks about boys and dating, which may also help Rosalie Hale try to reintegrate the thoughts of being around men again. Maybe talk to Rosalie about the possibility of starting counseling with her family present. I am still unsure about Jasper's therapy route until we try the newer dosage for his meds.
*~* Carlisle's POV *~*
"Here you go, Emmett. Please make sure you put this one in the correct file," I say, handing our day orderly my notes from the morning rounds.
"Dr. C, it was only that one time," Emmett whines in response.
"Yes, well we don't want to go through another 404 moment, do we?"
"No, sir," he answers.
Before I could I get three feet towards my office, he is calling me back to the desk. "Yes, Emmett?"
"Dr. C, I forgot to tell you that we have a new patient coming in a few hours. Here's his file."
I take the folder from Emmett with a quick thank you and leave for my office. I flip through the information as I walk, only remembering my new patient's name and his ailment.
Anthony Masen. Suspected Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) Also known as Multiple Personality Disorder.
*~* Giselher's POV *~*
"Where are you taking me?" I demand. When the men in strange white clothes came and told me it was time to go home, I had assumed they would be bringing me to the castle. I see now, I should have been skeptical. I shan't make the mistake twice.
The men had pushed me into a large, metallic box with wheels and I had been delivered to this wretched place.
"Traitors," I scream at them when we arrive. I should have known better, my brother always says I am too quick to trust. I study the men as we walk through a corridor, committing to memory any information that could possibly aid the warriors in overthrowing this clan.
We stop when a light haired man approaches and speaks with the traitors. He wears different clothes but is clearly a leader of their tribe.
"Sir, what is the meaning of this?" I interrupt. How dare they speak amongst themselves, ignoring my royalty.
"Anthony, this is a hospital, and I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen." The leader speaks holding his hand out toward me.
I stare at his hand as I cross my arms. Surely this man does not expect that I would show him my clan's ritual handshake. "I know nothing of this Anthony. My name is Giselher."
The sound of footsteps reached my ears and I looked up to see a woman being led by the arm by another man in white. The girl shuffled her feet as she walked, never moving her lifeless eyes from the floor.
"Am I meant to be held prisoner here?" I ask, watching the pair.
"You will not be mistreated here, Anthony...ummm...Giselher," the man stated confidently.
"We've heard that before," a trio of voices sing, their voices sweeping through my mind like wind through a meadow.
It would do to remember that these are dangerous times filled with dragons, dark magic, and horrible curses, I remind myself.
I steal my reserve and speak authoritatively as my father had taught me, "My good sir, my brother is King. He will stop at nothing to ensure my safe return to the castle. Your beheading will not be delayed due to kindness now."
One of the men in white coughs and I spin on my heel to see him. He shifts his weight from one foot the other as I scrutinize him. "Insubordinate," I mutter under my breath. Shaking my head, I turn my gaze back to the leader, Carlisle.
"Who are these men?" I ask, pointing.
"These men are orderlies," the man answers freely.
"What is this 'orderly' of which you speak?" I ask, not bothering to hide my disdain.
"They are like..." The man seems to be searching his mind for the proper word. Does he not know his native tongue? I resign myself to the knowledge that these men are renegades.
"They are like guards," the man called Carlisle sputters. "They will not hurt you and they will not allow you to be hurt."
I nod in understanding, asking, "Why am I here?" I whisper lowly so the servants cannot hear.
"You will be staying here, Giselher."
I gasp. "Are these my brother's orders?"
"Uh...yes, he sent you here to keep you safe."
I eye him speculatively. This Carlisle is certainly a devil and a profound liar but perhaps I could gather information for my brother. "Very well. I shall stay." After all, I have nothing to fear, I have the protection of the gods.
"Let me show you to your...bedchamber, Giselher," Carlisle says, gesturing broadly with his arm.
I walk through the estate predatorily, like a large cat, letting all who see me know that I will not be humbled. I show no fear, and walk confidently, ready to spring into action and defend myself if necessary.
Carlisle walks me farther down the corridor, where we meet with another man in white. This one is much bigger than the first two.
The orderly speaks, his voice booming in the empty space, "This is the new guy?"
"Giselher, I would like to introduce you to Emmett McCarty. He can help you with any questions or concerns you have during your stay."
"I thought his name was Anthony?" The man inquires of Carlisle. Shaking my head again at the atrocious lack of respect the servants have in this manor, the leader speaks, correcting him, "Emmett, this is Giselher," he says pointedly, motioning toward me with his head. Carlisle's eye twitches a couple of times at the man, in anger I'm sure, and the big man stands straighter, recognition of his mistake written on his face.
We step around him then and through a door. Carlisle says this is to be my sleeping quarters and pushes me through the threshold. "Are you mad?" I ask incredulously. "This is no suitable establishment for a prince. Where is the wine? The slave girls? Where are my robes?" My voice grows in volume with each accusative question.
Fighting to control my temper, I remind myself these men are heathens and, no doubt, knew no better.
"Fine," I seethe. "You will leave me now." With a flourish of my hand, I dismiss him.
Carlisle seems to be amused by me, saying he would give me a moment to meet my roommate but would return to collect me for a tour of the grounds.
"A roommate?" I wonder aloud.
Suddenly, a man in an ill-fitting dressing gown enters the room and holds his hand to his forehead. "Major Jasper Whitlock," he yells out, throwing his arm down to his side after the introduction.
I walk around him, my hands clasped behind my back. "Have you taken the oath and pledged allegiance to your country soldier?"
"Yes Sir," the major says eagerly.
"Very good. I will need an ally," I muse.
"Sir, I assure you we are on the same side. The enemy will never see us coming."
I consider but a moment. "We shall join forces," I speak with finality. The major seems quite pleased by this prospect and mutters about cleaning his weapon before disappearing into the privy.
When Carlisle returns, he beckons me to a room he calls common. I hang my head, ashamed, that this man thinks that I, the prince, would have a taste for spending time with commoners.
A petite dark haired girl sits with her legs folded under her, her back hunched over the papers before her. When she sees us, she abruptly stands and walks on tiptoes to the doctor squealing, "Daddy!" in an exaggerated childlike voice.
The doctor smiles affectionately as the girl bounds into his arms for an embrace.
He turns her toward me, saying, "Alice this is Giselher. Giselher, Alice."
"You bring your child into battle?" I whisper, looking at the angelic girl.
Carlisle clears his throat and motions for the girl to go back to her drawing.
With Alice's attention elsewhere, Carlisle explains in a low voice, "She's not my daughter. She just likes to...pretend."
"Ah," I mutter knowingly, the child is not right in the mind. 'Tis a shame.
A beautiful maiden enters and the doctor speaks her name in my ear, "Rosalie."
The woman appears weary, not fully entering the room. This will not do. Women are meant to bring pleasure to a man and I shall see that this woman does her duty.
I cross the room quickly, grabbing her arm, and spinning her around, "Go forth and wait for me in my chamber, wench."
"Giselher," the doctor says harshly, drawing my attention away long enough for the wench to slip out of my embrace and disappear. "That is inappropriate behavior and will not be tolerated. Human beings are not owned here. We are all free. Equals," the doctor says emphatically.
"Surely, you jest," I ask in awe.
"Time for dinner," the big burly man called Emmett announces from the doorway, effectively ending our conversation.
"You go on with the others, Giselher, and I will check on you shortly," the doctor says, sighing.
In what Emmett calls a cafeteria, the smells are different but very good. My stomach rumbles and I try to recall when last I have eaten.
I receive a tray of food and sit at one of the many tables in the room, making sure to stay clear of the woman, Rosalie. I have no need to force a woman into my bed, many would beg and plead for the honor, I remind myself.
The major stomps over, clicking his heels together when he comes to a stop by my side.
"Permission to speak, Sir?"
"Sir, a sweep of the area has proven the location to be secure."
"Very well major, your loyalty to the king will be rewarded," I assure him.
The girl child, Alice, skips over, linking fingers with the major.
Looking down at her, his expression softens, his posture relaxes from the rigid stance he held moments ago.
"Miss Alice," he drawls.
Alice's lips pout. "You kept me waiting," she whines indignantly.
The major apologizes profusely, taking her hand and tucking it into the bend of his arm as he escorts her back to her table. I watch them retreat before turning back to my meal, feeling a tug in my heart.
I break the bread and have just begun to eat when Carlisle enters and looks around the room, spotting me, he strolls over. He sits in the chair next to me, looking concerned.
"How are you doing Giselher? How do you feel?" he asks, his voice soothing.
I stare at the man, my spoon stills half way to my mouth.
"You can talk to me..." he begins again, leaning toward me.
Instinctively, I pull back, my arm hitting the tray of food and sending it flying off the table. The bowl of red tomato soup clatters to the floor, the liquid spreading.
Suddenly, my eye begins to spasm wildly and my body shakes with tremors, "I've been poisoned," I choke out clutching at my face.
Carlisle hovers over me, feeling my wrist and pressing a metal circle over my heart as I writhe.
Closing my eyes and drawing inward, I focus my mind on the safe spot, up the stairs and behind the wall and in my pain and panic, I turn and run. I see it then, clearly, a Polaroid photo of a linoleum floor puddled with blood. I shrink from the photo as it floats wildly in the air around me like a bee buzzing in the spring.
"Help me, please," I beg, sliding down the wall to the floor.
"Giselher! Anthony!" I hear Carlisle's voice from far away, vaguely, calling to me. He can't assist me in my time of need. He cannot even hear me here, in the space between his world and the safe place. No, only one can help me, the protector.
I scream out for him. "Edward!"
He swoops down from the rafters, crouching before me. He snatches the photo out of the air between his thumb and forefinger.
"What is it Edward? It frightens me. What does it mean?"
"This is not for you to concern yourself with Giselher," he tells me, tucking the picture into the back pocket of his jeans.
"I do not understand brother, please help me," I sob.
His hands rake through his hair harshly but his expression softens. "You call me brother. Am I not also your king?"
"Yes, my lord, always," the words rush out but are no less sincere.
"Do you trust me?"
"I do, implicitly brother. Tell me...what are your wishes? Has the time to fight come?" I inquire, even while my body convulses.
"There is no need to worry. I have taken care of everything. I...took liberties. It is my wish that this be our new home, our new family."
I nod my head in understanding, the panic subsiding. He stands and turns toward the world and as he does I see the corner of the Polaroid sticking out of his jeans. The panic rises again but I push away nobly. "May I be of assistance to you in any way, brother?" I say, pointing. "The photo..."
He turns quickly, stalking, his hands fisting and his body coiling.
"We call you Giselher, but your name is naivety," he speaks simply. "You are no warrior boy. You are but a child, spoiled, self-centered, and gullible. I am the protector and you will do as I say. Is that clear?"
Torn between feelings of immature pettiness and relieved gratitude that this war is not my own, I creep up the stairwell. Just before slipping behind the wall, I hear Edward's voice speaking with Carlisle and I smile to myself at his control.
"Carlisle, please, call me Edward."
"You seemed to be having some difficulty there Edward," the doctor replies.
"Yes, but I feel safe now."
Carlisle smiles kindly, "That's good Edward, that's real good. I want you to feel safe because if you'll let me, I can teach you a whole new way and give you a brand new life."
*~* Carlisle's POV *~*
Hmm… pulse is normal. Heart is regular. Why would he think he was poisoned?
I continue checking vitals, and everything seems normal. I notice Mrs. Cope peeking her head out of the kitchen.
"Mrs. Cope," I ask our cafeteria manager, "Was there something different with the soup today? Was it too spicy again?"
"No, Dr. Cullen," she replies with a huff. "It's your run of the mill tomato soup."
That isn't the news I was hoping for, so the sudden tremors had to be caused by something else, but what?
"Would you please call Riley down to get this cleaned up?" I ask her.
As she walks into the kitchen, where her phone is located, I ask Emmett to grab a wheelchair so that we can get him up to his bed. I turn my attention back to Anthony.
"Giselher! Anthony!" I call, hoping one of the names will evoke him to give me an answer.
"Drama Queen," I overhear Rosalie groan.
"Oh pretty! It looks like a painting, doesn't it Jasper?" Alice squeals loudly, pointing at the soup that has spilled on the floor.
"Poor soldier," Jasper mumbles quietly. "I'm not sure the medic will be able to help him. The enemy made a surprise attack. It's my fault really. I should have checked the perimeter more closely. They wouldn't have had the opportunity to sneak poison into his meal."
"Everyone calm down. Go back to your lunch," I tell them. I turn my attention back to Anthony and see that he's coming around. I help him into a sitting position and pull out my light and check his eyes that seem to be slightly dilated and more brilliant shade of green than before. "Interesting," I mumble.
"Carlisle, please, call me Edward," Anthony says, smiling kindly. He seems much more at ease than moments ago when he wanted to be called Giselher.
I watch his expression as I say, "You seemed to be having some difficulty there Edward."
"Yes, but I feel safe now." He says that honestly and I actually believe that he feels that way.
I smile at him. "That's good Edward, that's real good. I want you to feel safe because if you'll let me, I can teach you a whole new way, give you a brand new life."
He nods in agreement.
Emmett returns with the wheelchair and helps me situate Anthony in it. I ask him to take Anthony up to his room and to send Demetri down to watch the others. Emmett nods and rolls him out of the cafeteria.
I look at the others. Rosalie hangs her head low avoiding eye contact with me. She touches a spoon of soup to her lips but doesn't bother taking any in before returning it to the bowl.
Alice is rubbing Jasper's back. He seems affected by the incident the most. I walk over and sit across the table from them.
"Jazzy, it's okay," Alice tells him over and over.
"Jasper, what happened wasn't your fault, okay?" I tell him as I reach across the table for his hand.
He allows me to touch him and hitches like he's crying before looking up at me. His green eyes look sad and he explains, "You don't understand, doc, the perimeter check was my duty. I failed. I'm a worthless soldier."
I shook my head. "Jasper, sometimes things happen that you just cannot be prepared for. There wasn't anything that you did that was wrong. Did you see that he's still alive?"
He nods. "I saw you help him, doc. Good work. That doesn't change the fact that I failed at my post assignment."
"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, Major, because I think you succeeded in helping me do my job. I appreciate it."
Jasper perked up. "So, you're saying this was an exercise?"
I nod and Jasper beams, thinking fully that he was successful after all. I'm thrilled with the fact he let me help him easily this time. Now I need to go try to do the same for Anthony... or Giselher... or Edward... or whoever he is now.
I take out my notepad and quickly note:
Anthony's demeanor has changed dramatically in the past few hours. He has gone from being utterly defensive to feeling like he is home. He has yet to respond to the name Anthony, but it's only been a few hours. It seems his seizure in the cafeteria has something to do with his change in personality. I cannot make the diagnosis to DID at this point, but it seems that may be the direction of my diagnosis. I'm hoping something of note can be found during his first group therapy session tomorrow.
*Reminder: Make sure Jasper isn't dwelling in self-hatred from his proclaimed failure this afternoon. He will withdraw from everyone if he isn't reassured again in the morning.
A/N: We really don't know what to do with Giselher. He thinks he owns the world... New chapter to be posted next week.
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