Chapter 4: Lets try escape?

 

“Are you even alive?” He asked. Was I? My heart was beating but I hardly did anything. And, what kind of question is that? Isn’t he supposed to be helping me? “Say something Harm, or eat, or drink, or move your body. All you have done within the last few hours is breath and blink.”

 

What did he want me to do, jump off a bridge? I’d actually consider that. I used to do it with people when I was younger. It’s just bridge jumping, short falls, and you just need to know how to land. I looked up at him, and he made a shocked face as if ‘oh my god she is actually moving’ How rude.

“Well, don’t let the food get cold, eat some.” I looked down at my food. It didn’t even look appetizing. I mean yeah, it looked like every other kind of mac and cheese, but the first thing off my list when I decided to stop eating was mac and cheese. It became my enemy.

“Look, just eat SOMETHING. It isn’t THAT hard.” It was to me. He knew nothing, how did he even get a job as a psychologist? “Harm, you have to eat something. I can’t let you out of here till you have had something. Actually, you are supposed to eat the entire plate. But let’s get started with just taking the first bite.”

 

Something snapped inside of me. Being told I HAVE to eat all of this to get out of here. Every bite of fat? Was he STUPID? I couldn’t control myself, and before I could control myself I grabbed my plate and threw it. In his face. Then I got up and walked away, out the doors and kept walking. Like before, I wasn’t concentrating, and soon enough, I was lost.

 

I wonder what he is thinking? Does he want to kill me for throwing icky mac and cheese in his face? Embarrassed by me? Maybe we finally felt the same hate towards each other. Then I realized he is probably looking for me. Has guards out looking for me. I threw myself into a nearest room and then took a breath. I was back in the library. How did I keep ending up back here? Whatever. I found a little dark corner that had a bean bag in it and sat. If anyone was looking for me, they wouldn’t find me. Not till the morning, and then I would care less. I snuggled into the huge bean bag. Actually, if it was about two years ago and I was close to 160 pounds, this bean bag probably would have broken under my weight.

 

I closed my eyes and listen to my breathing as it slowed down and smoothed, and slowly I was in Harmony land. I visited this place in my dreams too. I liked coming here. If the world was like Harmony land we’d all be fine. Everyone would be beautiful and happy, and there’d be no fighting.

 

But in a way, Harmony land sucked. Everyone was too happy, and too beautiful. That is why it was nice to escape to sometimes, but I needed the real world. The real world…

 

I woke up.

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[Stephanie Jones]

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[Anna]

Interesting narrative... I enjoyed the use of sarcasm thoroughly! Looks like the story is already shaping nicely :) I can't wait to read more. -Wow and the dream, resulting in a thirst for reality.. Simply awesome.