And I know you feel like everything

Is falling to the wind

But don't you let the thunder in

Cause I know you'll get over it - Oh Wonder; Landslide

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'That did not go well at all, now did it?' Cecilia asked me friendly after she had picked me up from my conversation with Dr. Dolan. 'Not really,' I admitted, whipping away a lost tear on my cheek. 'How is Serena doing?' I wondered, I had not heard from her since this morning. She had not attempt lunch and I wondered if she would be joining us again for dinner.

'Not that great,' she answered. 'But that is all I can say about it. I do have to say that it is very kind of you to ask about her. Maybe you could become friends, would that not be lovely.'

No, it would not be lovely at all.

'Yeah,' I said, not wanting to start another conversation. We soon reached the living room where the others were as well. 'Lydia, you are up next,' Cecelia spoke. 'I cannot wait to see dr. Dolan again!' she called out. Lydia quickly stood up and walked with the nurse back to the dr. Dolan's office.

'She is crazy,' a voice spoke. I turned around and saw the girl named Honey looking at me with wide eyes. 'She is just better at hiding it, I guess.'

'Honey, was it not?' I asked. The girl nodded and shoved aside for me so I could take a seat next to her on the uncomfortable couch. In the corner stood a television that played a stupid cartoon. No one seemed to pay attention to it, except for Harry. His green eyes were locked to the screen, he did not even seem to notice that I had entered the room, nor did he seem to care.

'Lydia is a complicated soul. She hides her pain, her tears and her fears inside of her. Once in a while they all break free. She will throw her emotions out, all in once, and tell you everything she so desperately tried to withheld from us.'

'That sounds like you have known her for a long time,' I pointed out, only then realising that they probably had been here for a long time. 'I have,' she give answer to my question. 'She came in three months ago, I arrived about two months ago.'

I raised my eyebrows hearing that and could not stop wondering how long Harry had been in this place.

'And the others?' I asked, trying to make it sound like I was not only interested in Harry. Unfortunately, Honey seemed to be able to read my thoughts. 'Harry has been in here for almost three weeks I guess. Before you came he had not really spoken to anyone. A few minutes ago I heard him talking to Cecilia. He has a lovely voice I must admit. It is such a shame he does not speak more often.'

I could not react to that, knowing that he was able to hear me loud and clear.

'Do you know each other well?' she continued. I could not blame her for asking, it must have been lonely in her, with no one to really talk to. The world seemed to have stopped turning in here. Time seemed to have stopped.

'That is funny,' I replied, not willing to answer her question. 'That is exactly what dr. Dolan asked me.'

Honey got the hint I was sending her and did not ask any further. Her eyes wandered off to the badly painted red wall in front of her. Mine wandered as well, to the television. Or better said: the boy sitting in front of the television.

He seemed so perfectly normal. Yes, he was wearing the stupid uniform, consisting of a blue shirt and trousers, everybody seemed to be wearing in here but he did not fit in here. He was crazy, just like everybody else in here. That was the one thing we all had in common.

A pair of green eyes met my steel-blue ones. Harry had caught me staring at him, but I refused to look away. Everything about him seemed to be the same. His raven-black hair, the stupid glasses he was wearing. The only thing that felt different about him were his eyes. They did not sparkle anymore.

The fact that I did not look away encouraged him to do the same. My heart started to beat a little faster when I realised he did not want to give up either.

'Are you guys having a stare competition or what?' someone sitting next to me asked. I broke our eye contact and looked at Honey, who stared at us with raised eyebrows. I did not answer, nor did Harry.

'Boys,' she said after sighing deeply. She stood up from the chair leaving us alone. Some part of me wanted Harry to speak up to me, some part wanted to hear his voice. But that was just a part of me, the other, bigger part of me wanted him to just shut up. Part of me hoped that he would never said an other word to me.

'She has been sexually abused, you know,' he spoke all of a sudden after a long silence. 'Excuse me?' I asked slightly confused where the boy was talking about. 'Lydia,' the raven-black haired boy explained. 'She has been sexually abused by many men. I believe her father was one of them. Her mother did not believe her when she finally had the courage to tell her what had happened to her.'

'Why are you telling me this?'

He raised his shoulders before speaking to me again. 'I do not want you to judge her without knowing her full story. You have misjudged people your entire life, that should stop. So here it is, the reason she has lost it.'

'Well,' I spoke again, 'thank you for telling me that.'

'I just want you to know why she might get violent at you. She despises man, and I cannot blame her after what she has been through.'

'Neither can I,' I reacted honestly. For the first time I felt like Harry and I really connected, even though we were just having a regular conversation about someone else. 'Thank you, again.'

He did not reply but looked the other way, back to the television where another stupid cartoon was played. He looked satisfied, calm even. I liked this Harry much more than the violent one.

But then again, I did not like Harry at all.