25 Days- Chapter 8
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Title: Chapter 8
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 366
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 8: 
Warning: mental illness (or something close to it), alternating pov, this chapter: heavy on angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere
start with part one here: @dw | @lj
Chapter 8
Laying still on the bed he sighed deeply. There was pain all along his back and something seemed to be wrong with his right eye as it was hidden under a patch, and overall he just felt exhausted, while not being able to say why.
Had Theo even managed to create a spell to let him out of here, or had that been just in his mind also?
He could for certain say, that this was reality, he never felt any sort of pain or anything really in his delusions besides warmth and exhilaration. However that is all he could say. He had no concept of time, besides that it must be day. Maybe today the mindhealer would show up again, but she could do nothing for him anymore, not like at the beginning. And now when she talked he just got lost faster than before.
Theo had also tried to help him, he remembers that. Theo had spoken of all the research possibilities he had as an unspeakable. But then weird things had started to happen when Theo was talking to him too, and then nobody was safe when they were with him for too long. So he was left alone for longer periods of time, in hopes that that would help.
The sad thing was, that he had a feeling that his loneliness just made everything worse, because how was he supposed to fight the voices, the delusions, all on his own?
A soft giggle was in his ear, and the air around him started to smell like Christmas: Cinnamon, Oranges and mulled wine with tasty food. Excitement that sparkles across his skin. Since he started school Christmas had gotten so much more magical: Gifts just for him, and he could surprise others too.
Everybody felt the excitement of Christmas, the sharing of warmth and happiness, the coming together.
He had to fight tears at the thought of spending another Christmas all on his own. He never wanted to be alone again.
Another soft giggle, and then whispered words he couldn't really make out. But listening to them made the pain go away. Nobody had to know, that he already gave up the fight.
Title: Chapter 8
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 366
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 8: 
Warning: mental illness (or something close to it), alternating pov, this chapter: heavy on angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere
start with part one here: @dw | @lj
Chapter 8
Laying still on the bed he sighed deeply. There was pain all along his back and something seemed to be wrong with his right eye as it was hidden under a patch, and overall he just felt exhausted, while not being able to say why.
Had Theo even managed to create a spell to let him out of here, or had that been just in his mind also?
He could for certain say, that this was reality, he never felt any sort of pain or anything really in his delusions besides warmth and exhilaration. However that is all he could say. He had no concept of time, besides that it must be day. Maybe today the mindhealer would show up again, but she could do nothing for him anymore, not like at the beginning. And now when she talked he just got lost faster than before.
Theo had also tried to help him, he remembers that. Theo had spoken of all the research possibilities he had as an unspeakable. But then weird things had started to happen when Theo was talking to him too, and then nobody was safe when they were with him for too long. So he was left alone for longer periods of time, in hopes that that would help.
The sad thing was, that he had a feeling that his loneliness just made everything worse, because how was he supposed to fight the voices, the delusions, all on his own?
A soft giggle was in his ear, and the air around him started to smell like Christmas: Cinnamon, Oranges and mulled wine with tasty food. Excitement that sparkles across his skin. Since he started school Christmas had gotten so much more magical: Gifts just for him, and he could surprise others too.
Everybody felt the excitement of Christmas, the sharing of warmth and happiness, the coming together.
He had to fight tears at the thought of spending another Christmas all on his own. He never wanted to be alone again.
Another soft giggle, and then whispered words he couldn't really make out. But listening to them made the pain go away. Nobody had to know, that he already gave up the fight.
