I'm Not an Angel
Prologue
"When did these start?" Dr. Martin asked the young girl sitting next to him. She wouldn't look at him, just stared at her hands.
"About three years ago. After my mum died." The girl answered in a quiet voice. Dr. Martin nodded his head and wrote down a note on his paper.
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother. How did she die?" He asked her. She took in a shaky breath and finally looked up at the therapist.
"She died of cancer." She answered him. Dr. Martin nodded and scribbled something else down on his clipboard.
"I see. So these nightmares started then?" He asked her. She nodded, blinking at the man. She didn't want to be here, but her boyfriend had insisted.
"Yeah. But they've gotten worse." She told Dr. Martin. He nodded, writing something else down.
"What are these nightmares about?" He asked. She didn't answer at first, thinking about her answer. As she thought about her nightmares she began to shake, just at the thought.
"Horrible things," She finally answered, "terrible things. Things that scare me, just at the thought."
"What kind of horrible things?" Dr. Martin asked her, curious about this girl's nightmares. She looked right into his eyes and whispered something so quiet that he barely caught it.
"Death. Frightening images of death and sadness." She shivered. Dr. Martin put his paper down, crossing his hands as he looked at the girl. She looked too young to be in this much of a depressed state, he thought.
"I believe that you have a severe case of depression, Miss Potter. I'm going to prescribe some antidepressants for you." Dr. Martin told her, writing down the prescription. She shook her head at him, her eyes wide as she did.
"I'm not depressed, Dr. Martin. It's him. He's in my head and he's haunting me." She told him, desperately wanting someone to make it stop. Dr. Martin frowned at her, leaning closer.
"Who? Who is haunting you Miss Potter?" He asked her curiously. She knew she couldn't tell him, he was a muggle. So she shook her head and glanced at the clock.
"I think our time is up. I'll see you next Thursday, Dr. Martin." She stood up from the plush armchair and walked quickly out of the dark room.
"Wait! You forgot your prescription!" Dr. Martin called after her. She didn't turn around though.
"I'm not depressed."
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I'm Not an Angel
Fanfiction[Sequel to "Loved By the Marauders"] Cassie had thought that after coming back from the dead, nothing more surprising could happen in her life. However, she was terribly wrong. With the event of her mother's death, Cassie is grief stricken and depe...
