I hope you like this one shot. I was exreamly bored and thought I would just write down an idea that I had had.
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I watch her intently. I want to notice every movment she makes. I want to see every gesture. She is plain and ordinary like the ugly ducking which grew into a swan. I know what thoughts flicker through her mind but still I search her eyes for a give away of what she thinks of me. Never before have I yearned so much a reaction then from another being. But she does not satisfy my need, as I knew she wouldn't. that is not her way. I tell her that she will be okay. Time will not be kind to her but she will pull through. They are the only words that I can say to young person before me. She will not believe them anyway. She does not know what evils the world hides but she knows that trust is not to be thrown around. I search her eyes one last time and I recognise an emotion at last; fear. I laugh at this. 'You will not fear me when you are older. You will be too mad to fear anything.' My laugh seems to cut straight through her. Or perhaps it was my words. I do not care. I turn and leaver her standing alone. She is young and foolish now. But she will learn.
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I stare at the women intently. I notice everything about her. The way she stands with her arms wide apart from her, her wand always ready to send a curse. She is permanently tense. Her appearance is ragged. I can see she does not care much for her looks but I also see that beauty once settled over her. Her looks deep into my eyes. Her cold black pupils searching mine but I show no emotion to her. Emotions only create pain. I shall not be hurt again. She then speaks. A cold, high voice. She tells me that I will be okay. Time will not be kind to me but I will pull through. I see she is speaking from personal experience but I will not be like this woman. She is clearly insane. I cannot possibly be like her. Our eyes lock once more and as I see just how empty and dead those eyes are, I realise that I not only don't want to be like her, but I fear being like her. She lets out and evil laugh. Loud and piercing. 'You will not fear me when you are older. You will be too mad to fear anything.' she cackles as she walks away, leaving me alone. As I tell myself once more that I will never be like the mad woman, I never suspect that I, in fact, had just come head to head with myself.
I do not recognise myself in the mad woman.
