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The image slowly disappeared and I opened my eyes. Dr. Lutz was still there. But he was looking out at something. Slowly I turned over. Unraveling my legs and letting them go straight out. I was now flat on my back fingers on the ground eyes looking straight up at the sky.

“Comfortable?” Dr. Lutz said.

I didn’t move, didn’t say a word, just inhaled and exhaled.

 

I blinked, and took breaths and watched as the sun slowly faded. It also slowly started getting dark. Without even having to move I noticed other people slowly getting up and going inside. That was my cue.

 

Quickly I stood up and started running towards the door. It must have been seven or eight p.m. dinner time. I kept running. I heard Dr. Lutz call my name. I heard people coming after me. Everyone trying to stop the girl running from herself. I ran down three hallways than up a flight of stairs. I had no idea where I was going. I past doors as some girls watched from their doorways. Giving simple glances before going back to whatever kept them preoccupied earlier.

 

I reached another staircase, and slowly started running up them. I was getting dizzy. I reached the top of the floor and took one last look at where I was before I dropped.

 

 

 

 

 

Harmony Land.

Another great thing about my place is you never have people passing out. As I walked through my towns, at all the smiling beautiful people, I realized this place truly did suck. If everyone is so beautiful and so pretty how do you ever feel good? About yourself. Also, how do you ever find the true beauty. As some people find love in peoples faults. Yeah, harmony was like a dream, beautiful, adventurous, amazing, indifferent, unique yet same, and a place every person would want to live. Except the creator, except me.

 

I’ve never been more relived in my life to wake up. I awoke a little stiff in my room. I could tell because the first thing I saw was my door, with the drawing I drew a year ago saying, “Believe me, you are beautiful.” My eyes than darted to Dr. Lutz, staring at me forcing a smile.

 

“Morning.” I said, softly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought I was going to have to stop you from darting away from me again.” Ouch, harsh Mr. Lutz.

 

“Harsh.” I said, looking away from him.

 

“No, harsh would be telling you, you are one of the worst cases I’ve had to work with. Or that you are making my life a living hell.” That hurt. That hurt a lot. I turned myself upside down in the bell so I was laying on my belly. I didn’t want him to see me cry.

Tears poured down from my eyes onto my bed, but I didn’t make a sound. I just sat there crying my eyes out. He didn’t notice either. About an hour later Dr. Lutz walked out of my room. As soon as the door closed, I went into my bathroom. Looked at myself.

 

I went to turn around and lock the door. But, there wasn’t a lock. So, I did what I’d done once in my old house when I didn’t want to see anyone. I took the counter, and moved it. Up against the door. Then I went and layed down inside the shower. Time slipped by, that I knew.

 

About two hours had gone by when I heard a knock on my outside door.

“Harm?” Dr. Lutz said. “Harmony?”

I heard the outer door creak and him step inside.

“Harmony, you in the bathroom?” Then I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Harms, come on, time to go talk.” That’s when he tried opening the door, I watched the handle turn and his attempt at opening it. “Harmony? Why won’t this door open.”

 

He kept banging on it trying to open it.

“LEAVE ME ALONE.” I screamed.

“Harmony?” Dr. Lutz said, now aware I was okay.

“Leave me alone.” I said. That’s when I heard his body lean up against the wall and slide down. I got up from the bath tub and leaned against the wall too.

 

We lasted silent like this for a good twenty minutes.

“Harmony, I’m sorry.”

I started pushing the counter out of the way. Silently though, so he wouldn’t hear it.

“It’s just, I feel like I need to help you.” He said whispering.

“What if I never wanted help.” I said, in the same silent tone.

“There is a difference between want and need.” He spoke.

“Yes, but is there a difference between what’s of my opinion or yours? See, I look at the world as an imperfect image. You see the image perfectly. Like the whole world is clear to you.”

“Is that what you see?” He said. “Is that what you think I see? Well, I suppose you are half right. I do see the image perfectly. But none the less that picture is very imperfect. I see imperfect pictures perfectly because,”

I opened the door, and watched as he turned his head to look up at me.

“Because, I’m imperfect too.” He stood up next to me and put his arm around my shoulder as he lead me out the door.

 

It was like we were starting over. He’d be less, ask-full of me, taking things from my view too. And as for me. Well, I’d be more open to him.