"I'm not kidding, you need to go see a psychiatrist."
"Uh… nope."
"Iris, you're hearing voices."
Iris rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, I like my voices Mal," she snipped.
Mal stared at her. "Iris… You talk to them."
Iris matched her stare and said evenly, "Yeeeeees… and your point is?"
"Well… there's something… wrong…"
Iris's eyes widened. "Are you insinuating that I have a mental problem?"
Mal nodded slowly, warily eying her friend. Her and Iris had been friends for several years, since the third year of college actually, and as much as she loved Iris, Mal couldn't help but think that maybe she needed to be admitted to an… institution. How couldn't she think that? A year and a half ago, Iris had started muttering to herself; not too much, but enough to cause worry. Finally, Mal had asked her about it and Iris had mentioned 'voices'. That had seriously freaked Mal out, and ever since then, she had been trying to suggest the idea of therapy. Unfortunately, Iris seemed rather attached to her voices…
Iris giggled. "Well, you're probably right… But I don't really care."
Mal almost felt like crying. "Iris," she plead. "Please…"
Iris seemed to realize that Mal was really and truly upset about this. Walking around the island, she wrapped her friend in a hug. "Don't worry Mals… I'm not crazy." She pulled away with a reassuring smile. Her face twisted into a scowl and she moved her head to the left. "I didn't ask you."
Mal sighed in defeat. There really was no convincing her…
"Well, we should probably go to bed," Iris sighed. "Getting up early and all… Aren't you excited!" she squeaked, quickly followed by, "Again… I didn't ask you!"
oOo
Iris finished brushing out her light brown hair, and stared judgmentally at her hairbrush. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, so she should probably just go to sleep… but then again, there was that cliff hanger…
Iris hummed to herself as she picked up the book by her bed. Poor Mal… why couldn't she understand that her voices were friendly?
Because she isn't you, duh.
Iris rolled her eyes. "Of course she isn't me."
Remember that one time we tried explaining?
Yes…
"Well, there you go!" Iris snapped. "She doesn't get it! It's not her fault either, voices are usually a bad sign."
How are we any different?
Hey, don't give her any ideas!
Iris thought for a moment. "I really… ugh. I just know that you aren't bad!"
Whatever you say…
Iris shook her head and switched off her lamp. "Ok you two, shut it, I need to sleep."
Nighty night.
Good night.
Iris woke briefly during the night, to a feeling of searing heat, and blinding pain wrapped around her, before she blacked out completely.
A/N: Ok. There is something very wrong with me… I CAN'T STOP THEM. THE PLOT BUNNIES. AAAAACK..
Anywho… this is the prologue and this shall turn out as Haldir/OC (maybe, I am fickle minded) oh oh oh and and… mind blank… oh yeah! This may or may no have a plot other than annoy the ^&*) out of Haldir… Yeah. It should but it may not… I don't know why I'm writing this… I was just sitting and thinking of what person would annoy Haldir and was like 'BINGO'… Haldir is by no means my fav elf… but he is so fun to toy with so… ;)
Anyways… The italic and bold italic are voice in her head (if you didn't catch that). I was inspired by Deadpool :3
And Wunderkind, I know you don't like Haldir, so don't read this just because I wrote it lolol.
I may not update all that often, just a warning…
Rousdower out_ (apologies for the AN that is as long as the prologue…)