Lavender Brown's Thoughts on Psychiatry
A/N: This is a teaser for an upcoming story I am working on. Please review and let me know your thoughts. Thank you!
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I glared at the woman as she left. Who was she to think she could succeed where the best magical minds had already failed? There was nothing that could be done for me; my body was possessed by evil like she would never know. I wanted nothing more than to tear the skin from my bones or gouge out my eyes every time I caught a glimpse of my own reflection; anything to destroy the reminders of what had happened.
She could never understand that. She would never grasp the intensity of the uncontrolled emotions that overtook me at every whim and how excruciating it was to maintain just enough control to keep from shattering the skulls of anyone nearby with the magic that coursed through my veins like nitroglycerin. I was like an eight year old again; my powers unmasked by my emotions. Only now my magic was much more capable of doing more than just cracking a mirror or flickering the lights. I was dangerous, but what was much worse was that I was unpredictable.
My own parents had lost faith in me. They feared me so much that they had given up on magical cures and pushed me off into the Muggle world desperate for something more. There was nothing more, fools.
A padded cell is probably what I required. The other options had run out. Just lock me away where I can't damage anyone or anything until my body finally conquers my mind, and I manage to destroy myself.
Oh! It would be messy, but it would be incredibly satisfying to finally give in to the animal instincts I had been fighting for eight impossibly long years. I licked my lips at the thought as I allowed my nails to dig into my own flesh for an instant. Sweet, delicious pain!
When did I become so masochistic? Oh yes, it was the day that that sadistic werewolf attempted to literally tear me apart. How I wish he could have just bit me instead. I imagine that the transformation to a werewolf had to be much less difficult than what I had become.
What had I become? There wasn't even a word for things like me, was there? To the Muggles, I was psychotic, but at least that meant something. In my world, I was simply a monstrous enigma; something to be feared.
I, Lavender Brown, had become something invoking fear. Eight and half years ago not a soul on the Earth, Muggle or magical, would have believed that possible. I was just some silly, inconsequential school girl.
I missed silly and inconsequential.