"And i know i may be intrusive but i just been wondering are u making sequel to "i don't want to lose my head" ? When caroline is forced by one of the doc to go to the group therapy and is paired with Kol. then she have no choice but to interact with him trying not to be under his influence and avoid his manipulation, and because of that she feel like she is loosing it "her head"" –Malinowooka
List of characters and illnesses:
Caroline – bipolar disorder
Tatia/Kat – multiple personality disorder
Damon – schizophrenia
Rebekah –anorexia, bulimia and narcissistic personality disorder
Kol – sociopath
Tyler – post-traumatic stress disorder
Sequel to 'i don't want to lose my head'. Last and only addition to the universe.
Some warning for the story deals with insanity. They're in a mental asylum and the writing is whimsical and dark.
References to Alice in Wonderland, Girl Interrupted and the song "Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez.
Two more fics to go.
Group therapy is torture. All the broken toys sat in a circle and one by one babble and toddle towards some semblance of rationale. There is no cure for madness, Caroline has become sure.
One by one, tell us your war story. Tell us of the horrors that will make us feel sorry.
Sure, we nod. Sure, we tell you it'll be okay. We're sorry you've been through a lot.
Caroline thinks it's all a hack. But she can't think through well through the meds that makes her mind go slack.
Her head feels heavy like it has grown size by twenty.
She just wants to lie in bed all day until everything goes away.
Her mother's tears, her father's disappointment, Matt's apologies. Sorry, we broke you. We didn't mean to.
They make her talk and talk. Let me write down and diagnose. Let me turn you into a case file. Until you're just a number and that's all you'll be for a while.
They make Rebekah talk about her insecurities and why that relates to starving. Vanity is aching for beauty. Look at my ribs, don't they make me striking?
They make Damon talk about a war he signed up for.
And Stefan too. He's right there! Can't you see him, you fool?
They make Tatia and Kat talk one after another. Tatia hates Kat. Kat hates Tatia. The other is such a bother.
They make Tyler talk about his father. Oh Dad, I didn't mean to do that! Stop hurting me! Please, please, please!
And they make Kol talk. He makes up stories. He tells the truth. No one can really tell when you're under his spell.
"The Normals make me afraid,"
Doctor Elijah replies instead.
"Why is that, Kol?"
"Because they want to make everything safe for all."
"What's wrong with safe?"
"It makes me chafe," Kol glares at him. "I hate how you keep us chained."
"We're trying to make you sane."
"You're not listening."
"You're not understanding."
"No, I'm singing. For the fact, we are louder."
"Louder?"
"All the best people are crazier."
The session ends and off they are off to their beds.
Caroline lays awake in her bed despite her heavy head. Her roommate, Tatia and Kat, only one when it's this late. Their minds asleep, no personalities to keep.
Someone sneaks in, blending in like a shadow, almost hollow.
"Mouse,"
She knows that voice of the master of the circus.
"Kol?"
"The craziest one of all."
He sits at the foot of her bed, next to her feet under the blankets. She can see his eyes, almost sunk in to their sockets.
"You're like a zombie," He says.
"I don't mean to be."
"You're boring for me," He says. "Like this."
"What do you want me to do?"
He leans down for a kiss.
"Tongue the meds," He pecks her lightly.
"You make everything sound so easy."
"It is."
One more kiss.
"I'm going to lose control."
"You poor soul," He replies. "You already have."
She looks around in the all-white room and knew the truth. She shouldn't have but she does.
The mouse in the Dollhouse. Broken Toy #1234, abandoned and unaccounted for.
"Lose your head," Kol says. "You're already dead."
Why not? There's nothing there for her but to rot.
In the Dollhouse of broken toys, comes up to play the mouse. And have tea with the Mad Hatter and she is Alice. A world full of malice. All the best people are crazy like us.
