Chapter 4

(WARNING: This chapter is giving me chills writing it! GMO I am freaked out now!)

"Auntie Al, why are you here on this fine and lovely day?" I asked her. She shouldn't even be out here, the sun was shining bright today. She was in the shadow of the tree.

"I had a vision of an attack. I don't know on whom or by what so I am checking on all of the family. Where is Jasper?" She said nervously. She was always nervous around the MI. I understood why she doesn't like it, she was in one in her human life.

"Jasper is on the third floor, in his office. I can call him if you would like." I said, pulling out my pager.

She sighed, shakily. "No… No…… No. I can do it." It was strange seeing my aunt so nervous. She never ever was. It was strange. I gave her a hug and an encouraging smile, and she was off.

"Hey Bellatrix…Do you wanna play a game?" She shook her head. "No?"

"Nuhuh." She said "Gwass" she started rolling around in the soft grass, giggling a bit. Then, suddenly, she stopped and put her hands over her ears.

"Mwake it stop" she whimpered, "Mwake it stop, pwease!" She started screaming.

"Bellatrix! Bellatrix, nothing is wrong! Nothing's wrong! You are in the grass. Bellatrix. Please stop screaming." I tried to soothe her.

The poor girl had no family and no money. They government stuck her in here because she was wandering the streets.

And Bellatrix needed psychosurgery, which was more expensive and risky than the government wished to try. I wanted to give her the money but I was told not to interfere more than I should by my family. They are all very compassionate people but they are getting tired of moving. I deeply wish to help her.

She has recently been diagnosed with schizophrenia. Her perceptions are all distorted and she hallucinates; sometimes she tells me she sees me dying other days she says I will live forever... Her speech is all messed up and sometimes she can't hear well. She's also very paranoid and believes that her grandmother is going to come back from the dead and rejoin forces with some dark Lord.

(A/N For information on Schizophrenia please see .org/wiki/Schizophrenia AND for information on psychosurgery please see .org/wiki/Psychosurgery [for my story's sake let's just say that psychosurgery works for schizophrenia even though it probably doesn't.])

"Bellatrix…" I wanted her to calm down.

"Blow the wind, blow;

Swift and low;

Blow the wind o'er the ocean.

Breakers rolling to the coastline;

Bringing ships to harbor;

Gulls against the morning sunlight;

Flying off to freedom!" She sang raspy and low to herself. After a while she went back to rolling in the grass. Just as before. She even giggled.

Another Cliff Hanger. I will update if I get enough reviews! Enough is the point where I get inspired to skip homework for the weekend. :D JK I will do my homework. I always do… Wait, do I even have homework? Anyways you don't care about that.

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