Chapter 5: Oh the possibilities.

 

It was still pretty dark. And from what I could tell, I was still in the library. I felt the bean bag underneath me, I saw the bookcases, and then I saw, police officers? Over at the entrance?

 

Everything came rushing back to me in an instant, and it sort of hurt. Of course he sent people out for me. He is probably worried sick. The guards were covering the entire library, searching head and toe. How could they have not found me? Well, whether they did or didn’t, it’d be better they find me asleep then awake. Then I don’t have to explain myself, even though I wouldn’t have, anyways.

 

I simply closed my eyes and felt myself drift away. Drifiting to sleep. And when I’d awake, It’d be morning, everyone will have found me, and things will be okay.

 

….

I had no dream, but I just saw myself. I saw my life, I saw me, and I saw everything. I saw things I can’t even describe, and at the same time I could say a million words. But one thing I do remember was this time I talked to my friend Kelsie.

 

“Harmony, you’d tell me if something was wrong right?”

“Duh. Kels, you are my best friend forever.”

“Okay, it’s just I don’t know, you have been worrying me lately.”
“Worrying you, how?”

“I don’t know, you are just getting so skinny.”

“Oh.”

“Harmony, just don’t do anything stupid or extreme okay?”

“Okay Kels.”

 

Suddenly my dream halted. Time for me to open my eyes? Time to say good morning to everything I hate? Yup.

Slowly I opened my eyes. Actually it took me a long time to open them, I kept blinking from the sun light. But when I did, I realized a couple of things.

 

It was sunny out.

There were no police around.

I heard some girls giggling off on the other side of the library.

Dr. Lutz was sitting next to me.

“Good morning Harmony.” He smiled at me, and I tried smiling back but failed. I think this frown was here for good. At least he said my full name instead of that stupid nickname. “You know, you scared me last night.” I simply nodded my head. “I even had police searching for you. I should have suspected you’d come back here. How do you feel?” He said. He was, calm? Unangry from my mac and cheese throw, or my hiding. Gosh, I think that made me hate him more.

 

About five minutes passed.

 

“Oh yes, I forgot you don’t like talking. Speaking even. Does your voice hurt or something? Did you lose it? Or do you just not want to talk? Can you just not? Anyways, thank you for the macaroni and cheese last night. I had to take a very long shower to clean that stuff off me.” I giggled, and a little smile appeared on my face. A SMILE!?!? He made me laugh? Could it be because I wanted him to hate what I did, or just to bring it up?

 

“Are you smiling?” he said, smiling back me. Immediately I frowned. That smile wasn’t for him! It was for me and only for me. He looked hurt. Good. “So, uhm, want some breakfast?” Really? Does he always have to make me so angry? “I’m going to take that face as a no. Because, I’d prefer not having to try getting food out my hair. How about this, we make a deal?”

I do like deals. I nodded.

“I let you and me go outside and hang out, out there, and then at lunch time which is at 1:30 you and me go get something to eat and we can eat it in my office or something, and that gives you about four hours of fresh air.” Going outside sounded fun. And my stomach was kind of hungry. I took the first step towards the recovery I got sent here for. I nodded my head.