Title: The Myth of Innocence (1/?)
Rating: PG
Author Comments: I'm currently re-writing my original story, The Myth of Innocence. If you read that piece, you can see how badly it needs a rewrite. The idea was there, but not the writing. This piece is from Chapter 6, which I'm currently writing. I can't get past this piece, so any advice would be very welcome.
Story Content:

4 Years Previous

Dear Tom, I think I’m losing my memory. There are rooster feathers all over my robes and I don’t know how they got there.

Ginny looked down at the scrawled words, written in the new diary. It was exactly what she’d written six months before, but this time, no one answered. And, of course, this time, there was no Tom, and no comfortable surroundings. St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries wasn’t the friendliest place, even for a once-innocent now-traumatised twelve-year-old.

She’d been suffering lately. Dreams, hallucinations, sometimes even another voice in her head. She hadn’t told anyone, but the nurses knew – they’d be daft if they didn’t. Most nurses had walked into her at least once when she was hallucinating, with dreams so real she could almost feel them. Could almost touch them. Touch him.

The youngest Weasley dropped her head into her hands. There was no use denying it; she was insane. Purely, utterly mad. She had to be. Why else would a voice be there, telling her that she’d destroyed Tom, that she’d murdered him? And why was there a sudden lack of space in her mind, as if two people shared her body?

A sob was torn from her, and she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tight around herself. Tom was gone – irrevocably, forevermore gone. She’d have to accept that, but it would be easier if this voice didn’t keep telling her she was a murderer. She hadn’t killed Tom, she hadn’t done anything. It was Harry who had; it was Harry who received all the praise and applause. And what of her? Dreams and nightmares. That was her reward. Or was it her punishment?

Miriam bustled in, smiling as usual. She was a pleasantly plump lady, whose uniform lime green robes made her look washed out, against her cinnamon brown hair and eyes. Ginny liked her, but affection between Mediwizard and patient was rather strained; Miriam was slightly perturbed by the ‘crazy Weasley’.

‘Hello, Miriam,’ smiled Ginny. But Miriam’s reply was never heard; Ginny had slipped into another violent hallucination.

I'm confused! I'm not understanding what happened, or maybe I'm just weird...thats been the answer in more than one case!

Oooh! Must say I really like this little snippet Arnica! I think the original fic is well written too though.

I must ask though, what can't you get past? Having problems thinking of a hallucination or...?