MY MOTHER is not dead. She never was. I've always pressed her a goodnight kiss upon her forehead. It was a bliss to me, although she shivered as if it was a grim reaper touching her skin. Don't you see, Mother? I am now a perfection. So, open your eyes and tell me that I'm nothing more but a devil to you. Tell me that I am not your daughter, neither your son. Tell me that you've found guilt in a way that I breathe. Tell me all of them, and watch me destroy you slowly.
An original character based on Hannibal universe.
PROFILE
Name: Naenia Clarke
Occupation: Doctor of psychiatric medicine
Nationality: Italian
Sex: Female
Status: Alive
Relatives: Mother, alive. Father, deceased
Residence: Cottonwood, Arizona
DR. NAENIA CLARKE — the name was neatly displayed on the wooden nameplate on my desk. I’ve been a psychiatrist started last year, licensed here in Cottonwood. I care for my patients with the utmost tenderness. After all, isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be? To gain someone’s trust, you must become like their mother — singing lullabies at their bedside, offering nothing but warmth.
In doing so, you become a masterful puppeteer. They’ll follow your every word, match your every tone, like a child mimicking their parent. But unlike a child’s innocent play, this is a game of control, a dance of power. You hold the strings, and they move at your command, all for your own amusement.
My mother once treated me this way, and now I wonder — was she truly playing, or was she trapped in our little game? Just the two of us, the devil and the curious one who dared to summon her.
DR. HANNIBAL LECTER was an incredibly influential figure in my life. Our paths crossed when I was just eighteen, in Florence. He was the only one who seemed capable of managing my mother. And according to him, she was severely, and mentally disturbed.
Known as 'Il Mostro di Firenze,' though few could have believed that Dr. Lecter, a refined gentleman he is, was the notorious serial killer. I, however, admired him deeply. So much so that I devoted twelve years of my life to become a psychiatrist.
Of course, I knew better. My mother was perfectly sane. But despite the deception, I quickly grew fond of Dr. Lecter, especially after he arranged for her to be committed to a mental hospital.
Due to his wise recommendation: he said, I was the only one who can save my mother. From whom? It could be discussed later. And now, I find myself sitting at his dining table in Baltimore, visiting once or twice a year. We exchange words as I meticulously clean up the messes he leaves behind. It’s a task I take pleasure in, a way of repaying him for the assistance he provided with my mother.
Let the world believe she was ill — it’s easier that way. A single word from her could destroy everything. Keeping her in a psychiatric ward is the safest option. Dr. Lecter said so, and I wholeheartedly agreed.
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