The Backstory of Doctor J. Posie

Love, Work, and the Institution

A bit violent at points with strong language, please be advised

Trigger warning: There are mentions of abuse, neglect, and injuries. If this bothers you, please do not read this story.

I understand I used a stereotypical scenario for schizophrenia. I also understand that the voices rarely beg for violence. This was just a scene I created. I do not intend to offend anyone.

Notes:

• солдат means "soldier" in Russian

• готовы подчиниться means "ready to comply" in Russian

• врач means "doctor" in Russian

• Trigger warning: Posie has schizophrenia, if that may trigger or upset you, I would advise you to not read this story. There are mentions of abuse and slight gore. Please be advised.

Posie lived on the farm with Edwin for another three years. She was now eighteen. As she aged, her beauty became more prominent. Many men wished to court her, but she refused each one. She wasn't interested in love.

That is until she met him.

A businessman named Arthur Maxim simply wanted to relax in the countryside for a year. Posie fell head over heels for him. He didn't notice her much, he only observed her beauty. They had danced once at a masquerade party, but that was enough to make her heart soar.

One evening, Posie and Edwin decided to spend some time at the local brewery. They merely wanted to have a good time. "Aye, Edwin!" The bartender's laughter boomed. "Charles! How have you been?" Edwin's smile grew. "Oh, I've been alright. The normal ups and downs in life. How 'bout a drink? On the house for my friend!" Charles grinned.

Posie shook her head. "I don't drink. I'll just have water" she said. "Have a little fun, Posie. I'll keep an eye on you. You won't get drunk" Edwin said.

"Alright, one drink. That's all" Posie said.

"Here, I made it without a lot of alcohol. They call it 'Pisco Punch'. It was popular about ten years ago" Charles smiled. Posie nodded and took a small sip. "It's alright, I'm just not a fan of drinking" she chuckled.

She sat at a table and played poker with a few of the townsmen. "Alright boys, let's show a woman how it's played!" A younger man grinned.

"I wouldn't be so confident in yourself. Many think they're better than they are. Just wait until you're beaten" she grinned.

"Alright... Then I'll make you a bet, little lady. If I win I get to have you over tonight. If you win, I'll let you do whatever you wish" the man grinned cheekily.

"If you think you would ever get your way with me, you are strongly mistaken! I am not a toy for you idiots and I will not be treated like one!" she snarled, slamming her fists against the table and standing up.

"I should've known you were just looking for a good time tonight rather than letting a lady play!" She hissed.

"Oh, sit down. We're only joking, miss," another man said, grabbing her hips. She whirled around and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head and slamming him into the wall.

"I. Said. No!" She growled, the illusion over her eye began faltering.

"Gentlemen, just what do you think you're doing to this poor woman?" A deep voice spoke. Posie looked up and her breath hitched slightly.