by Daydreamer
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The boy was possessed.

There's a fine line between *possession* and *obsession.*
It's a line I'm quite familiar with.

I was normal once -- I think.  Until I was twelve.

And then I became obsessed.

Or possessed.

Take your pick.

Obsessed with my sister's abduction.

Obsessed with school.

Obsessed with work.

It was the obsession with work that made me have to get
out of VCS.  I think, at times, I was *possessed* by the
people I was profiling.

I think -- at times -- I walked that line a little too
closely.

There were no Calusari to protect me then -- to ward
away the evil.  And even now, they leave me with the
chilling thought that *it* knows me.

Despite that, I am not afraid.

I have protection now.

I have Scully.