I never thought that I would say this, but I am at war.
I have to be, otherwise I will have to give up.
Nobody has ever hurt me more than the healer.
Even though I begged him to acknowledge how much he hurt me he refused.
I even told him that I could not speak to my mother afterwards for weeks, when I had nobody else in the world to comfort me.
Silence.
And when I desperately needed to apologise to him because I could not breathe, he refused to even allow me to.
So, in order to just be able to breathe, I need to declare war.
The healer told me again and again that he could see me, but he could not and that made me into my monster. And now he is blaming me.
Just like everybody else has done to me my entire life.
Thus, I am declaring war against my healer and all of humanity.
Sorry Harry, but I need to be able to breathe…