The chairs were red. That was the verry first thibg I noticed when I walked into the bright yellow room. The therapist sat behind a desk, facing me with a pen in hand and a notepad under her elbow. &quot;Good moring Luna,&quot; she said, now resting her chin on her palm. I nodded. &quot;So now that we're alone, would you like me to tell me about yourslef? Like why you are here, perhaps.&quot; she asked. &quot;But we aren't alone,&quot; I began. &quot;That just the oriblem. I hear people...&quot; I trailed off. &quot;But why can't I see you!&quot; I shouted in frusteration. &quot;Oh dear,&quot; the therapist said. &quot;I'm guessing you hear _voices_?&quot; she asked, but she said it with such mockery that I felt myself turn towards the door. &quot;Hold it right there!&quot; she shouted at me. But it was too late, I had to get out of here befire she sent me to the looney bin. &quot;Luna come back here!&quot; she shouted again. I ran. I had always beena good runner, I had ran track before I bacame homeschooled. The therapist was chasing me now, I only hoped she wouldn't catch me. 2007-06-06T22:56:46Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/3688 <p>Nice, this is really good. Great plot.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/3688?basename=2636 2007-06-06T22:56:46Z Saint Chuck http://ficlets.com/authors/chuck_thelove