Delusions of Grandiose
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
Thanks to: TheDreamsoftheDead, tempusfugit3, Nadezhda, sekhmetreincarnate, hola, c[R]ud[E]dly.
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The nurse cleans me up, her smile is genuine, as if she's not cleaning vomit from a crazy man's clothes. I feel bad for her even though she doesn't look too uncomfortable, her job is to look after people who they lock up. But I can't feel too bad, it's not my fault my stomach just appeared in my mouth.
It's his.
I thought he was dead. Sometimes I hoped he was. When Malfoy said Dumbledore wasn't going to save me, I'd prayed he was six feet under, otherwise it meant he'd forsaken me. My little comfort is that the man looked so old, how can someone grow so old in just three years? I think about myself and sigh. I look older than I am too.
He's waiting outside. This nurse wants me to go, I know it. I think her name is Betty. Isn't that nice? Nurse Betty.
"Betty, Betty, Betty." I repeat it three times under my breath, so that when I get out of here I'll remember to give her my thanks. I don't think it's the appropriate time right now.
She smiles up at me, I think she's flattered I know her name. After all, when I wake up I don't remember being here, do I? It's nice that's she flattered. Nice.
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"I don't want to see him." I don't want to talk to him. I don't want to think about him. I don't want to ever, ever see him again.
"Come on, Harry, just ten minutes." Doctor Samantha Collins is a pretty blonde, thirty-something lady who wouldn't last ten minutes without makeup. She has a lame sense of humor and very white teeth. She doesn't like Helene, which is a change, but Helene doesn't like Collins, so that explains it.
"No."
"I'll let you out an entire day." Bribery. And it's tempting. She doesn't just mean in the main room either, she means outside. An entire day outside would be amazing. It would be... bright.
"Two days." I'll do it for two. I'll do it for two.
"Great!" She's excited because this old man will be my first guest. I don't even know what he's doing here. I don't ever want to know what he's doing here. I just won't let him do a lot of the talking. I've already changed my mind.
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She wants to sedate me before I talk to him. Incase I strangle him or something. An intern has a tray and a syringe. Dumbledore isn't outside any more nor is pretty Doctor Collins. He's been taken to an office to wait for me I suppose. That's what Jessie says they do when his pretty 5'5" girlfriend comes to visit. I've seen her five times. I've only ever seen her in pink.
The intern is a good-looking guy. Open face, no sneer of disgust. I could almost regret doing this to him. He reaches down, a smile on his face. It's funny how they always smile here. I look up at him, I know my bright green eyes are shiny and teary. When he catches my eye he freezes for just a second. Just enough.
I stab him in the throat with the syringe. I hope he will be okay and I whisper my thanks to him for not making any noise. I feel edgy and uncomfortable as I put on his clothes. They don't fit, I'm much shorter than him. And his shoulders are broader. I feel like I'm in a cheesy muggle action movie.
I'm sure everyone's eyes are on me as I close that familiar door and wheel the tray down the hall. My steps are three times louder, my breathing obviously heavy and nervous and my heartbeat out of my chest. I keep my head down. I silently say goodbye to every door I pass.
I'm leaving and I won't miss this place.
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The sun is brighter than I imagined. It's not as if I haven't seen the 'outside' in three years. I see it twice a week. But it's so much brighter now that I know I won't be back in there in another forty minutes, eating my food with a plastic knife.
I've been running for half an hour at least, my sides hurt and my breath comes quick. I'm on the side of a busy street. I don't even know what city I'm in. I want to keep running and never stop. It feels like every where I am Dumbledore could be right behind me, gaining on me. I don't know what he's doing looking for me now and I don't care.
I'm finally out and I wish Tom was here to share the triumph with me.
Only now I have no where to go.
And I just might be crazy after all.
But that's normal.
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End of chapter 4
ImmortalFlick
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
Thanks to: TheDreamsoftheDead, tempusfugit3, Nadezhda, sekhmetreincarnate, hola, c[R]ud[E]dly.
(/)
The nurse cleans me up, her smile is genuine, as if she's not cleaning vomit from a crazy man's clothes. I feel bad for her even though she doesn't look too uncomfortable, her job is to look after people who they lock up. But I can't feel too bad, it's not my fault my stomach just appeared in my mouth.
It's his.
I thought he was dead. Sometimes I hoped he was. When Malfoy said Dumbledore wasn't going to save me, I'd prayed he was six feet under, otherwise it meant he'd forsaken me. My little comfort is that the man looked so old, how can someone grow so old in just three years? I think about myself and sigh. I look older than I am too.
He's waiting outside. This nurse wants me to go, I know it. I think her name is Betty. Isn't that nice? Nurse Betty.
"Betty, Betty, Betty." I repeat it three times under my breath, so that when I get out of here I'll remember to give her my thanks. I don't think it's the appropriate time right now.
She smiles up at me, I think she's flattered I know her name. After all, when I wake up I don't remember being here, do I? It's nice that's she flattered. Nice.
(/)
"I don't want to see him." I don't want to talk to him. I don't want to think about him. I don't want to ever, ever see him again.
"Come on, Harry, just ten minutes." Doctor Samantha Collins is a pretty blonde, thirty-something lady who wouldn't last ten minutes without makeup. She has a lame sense of humor and very white teeth. She doesn't like Helene, which is a change, but Helene doesn't like Collins, so that explains it.
"No."
"I'll let you out an entire day." Bribery. And it's tempting. She doesn't just mean in the main room either, she means outside. An entire day outside would be amazing. It would be... bright.
"Two days." I'll do it for two. I'll do it for two.
"Great!" She's excited because this old man will be my first guest. I don't even know what he's doing here. I don't ever want to know what he's doing here. I just won't let him do a lot of the talking. I've already changed my mind.
(/)
She wants to sedate me before I talk to him. Incase I strangle him or something. An intern has a tray and a syringe. Dumbledore isn't outside any more nor is pretty Doctor Collins. He's been taken to an office to wait for me I suppose. That's what Jessie says they do when his pretty 5'5" girlfriend comes to visit. I've seen her five times. I've only ever seen her in pink.
The intern is a good-looking guy. Open face, no sneer of disgust. I could almost regret doing this to him. He reaches down, a smile on his face. It's funny how they always smile here. I look up at him, I know my bright green eyes are shiny and teary. When he catches my eye he freezes for just a second. Just enough.
I stab him in the throat with the syringe. I hope he will be okay and I whisper my thanks to him for not making any noise. I feel edgy and uncomfortable as I put on his clothes. They don't fit, I'm much shorter than him. And his shoulders are broader. I feel like I'm in a cheesy muggle action movie.
I'm sure everyone's eyes are on me as I close that familiar door and wheel the tray down the hall. My steps are three times louder, my breathing obviously heavy and nervous and my heartbeat out of my chest. I keep my head down. I silently say goodbye to every door I pass.
I'm leaving and I won't miss this place.
(/)
The sun is brighter than I imagined. It's not as if I haven't seen the 'outside' in three years. I see it twice a week. But it's so much brighter now that I know I won't be back in there in another forty minutes, eating my food with a plastic knife.
I've been running for half an hour at least, my sides hurt and my breath comes quick. I'm on the side of a busy street. I don't even know what city I'm in. I want to keep running and never stop. It feels like every where I am Dumbledore could be right behind me, gaining on me. I don't know what he's doing looking for me now and I don't care.
I'm finally out and I wish Tom was here to share the triumph with me.
Only now I have no where to go.
And I just might be crazy after all.
But that's normal.
(/)
End of chapter 4