After a Hurricane Comes a Rainbow (Katy Perry Fan-Fic)

Chapter 26

It's been almost a week since they first admitted me to hospital...I think. Trouble is if you're laid in a hospital bed staring at the ceiling all day everyday until a nurse brings you food and plastic cutlery because the doctor or the therapist said I couldn't have anything remotely sharp, I can't remember who it was, it's not like I listen to either of them anyway. But whoever it was is going to die because the things I hate most in life are, 1. Sports, 2. People who like sports, and 3. Plastic fucking cutlery!

Seriously, what's the point in it?! It can't be used as actual cutlery, it breaks, and even if you could get that far, which you can't, it isn't able to cut anything!

At least August visited me everyday, that was something. Katy has been 'really busy' apparently, whilst I've been staring at the same white ceiling tiles for days on end. How convenient for her!

I was aware I had become extremely bitter, sarcastic and condescending lately, but my therapist was not exactly helping with the whole 'cutting myself' thing and being in a hospital for a week kind of gets to you. I think I might have been better before being brought here. In fact I've almost turned psychopathic in the same white bed, in the same white room. I considered strangling myself with the bed sheets to escape the crippling boredom at one point.

I had one last appointment with my therapist, Kester, before they let me go home again. Thank god, another day in here and I'd need to be sent to a lunatic asylum! I went into his office and sat down in the same chair as always.

Kester wasn't the kind of person you'd expect to be a therapist, to be honest he needed the therapy more than most of his patients. He was bald and middle aged and was never seen without a cigarette in hand. His clothes were a cheap attempt at looking smart, with his top buttons undone, no tie, stains everywhere, half his shirt tucked in and half out. The only thing that suggested that they hadn't just hauled him in from the streets was the fact that he didn't have a beard like a santa reject.

I slumped in the chair with my arms crossed. I had had enough of this. It was always the same thing, but if I look like I'm making the expected 'progress' I might just be able to get out of this place with only my weekly check up sessions with Kester.

"So...Harmony, has anything happened since last time that you'd like to talk about? Have you been thinking about killing yourself at all recently?" He asked for the millionth time, with the same northern accent as ever. This whole place was so boring and routine that I just wanted to scream!

So I did.

"Who are you to talk to me about this anyway?! You don't even look like a therapist or do those therapisty things like fucking word association! You look like you need the help, Kester! Not me, we all die anyway, everything ends eventually! Why defy the inevitable! It's all pointless! Life, relationships, money, education, friends, THIS! It's all pointless! What's the point in sitting here now talking to stop me from dying, when I'm going to die anyway? I'm going to die, your going to die, and the person that invented plastic cutlery will definitely die, if someone hasn't beaten me to him! Why are we even here?!" I shout at him till tears fill my eyes and blur my vision, and my throat becomes so sore I can shout no more.

His reply is simple,"Perhaps I do need help, but until we all become as enlightened as you towards the non-meaning of life, I have to do this, to get money, so I can live my pathetic life, and if you really want, Harm, we can play word association."

"Okay." I said, quieter now.

"Apples"

"Pears"

"Doctor"

"Who"

He started with obvious things until we got really fast then the subjects changed completely, but I couldn't stop. I answered them all as fast as before. He tricked me!

"You"

"Pathetic"

"School"

"Hell"

"Home"

"Safe"

"Me"

"Sad"

"August"

"Hot"

He looked puzzled at my answer,"No Harmony, not the month."

I smiled a little,"Who said I was talking about the month?"

He seemed to like that I still had a sense of humour and from then on I think it went rather well. He said they would discharge me before the day was through but I would have to see him once or twice every week as well as go to group sessions on Sundays, as well as mentioning that I could go to him anytime if something was really wrong and if I tried to hurt myself again.

I got on the phone to August right away. He was at school, but he himself had to have his own therapy at the school during lunch because of 'the trauma of finding someone like that' and they would let him take calls from me during lessons because I have to use the hospital phone which could be any sort of news to do with me.

It rang a few times but he was quick to pick up.

"Hey Harmony, thank you so much for calling, as always your timing is impeccable, you just saved me from P.E.!"

"It's not my fault I was born this perfect!" I joked,"Anyway, I thought I'd just let you know that I'm being discharged later!"

"Oh yeah...about that..."

"Uh oh, that doesn't sound good."

"You remember that news report I told you about? Well, my younger half-brother Kane has decided to follow in my footsteps and ran away too...thing is, he came looking for me, and succeeded. He's here."

"You didn't mention that you had a half-brother!"

"It didn't come up. Anyway, to keep us in relatively the same area of the house he now has your room and you have the large attic room we saw before. You know, the one with the awesome tv and stuff and that passage way we found that goes to my room?"

"I got the den? yes!" I nearly screamed in victory. I had found the den exploring the house in the first month or so of being here and kitted it out with all sorts of gaming consoles and a DVD player as well as one half of the huge room was now lined with books from floor to ceiling. I couldn't believe it! talk about a welcome home present!

I said goodbye to August then hung up the phone. An old lady was waiting and it looked like the last words she'd ever say would be on this pay phone!

I went back to my bed and shoved the few possessions I had with me into a bag, which I left underneath the metal framing of the bed. I then laid down on the thin mattress, my knees slightly bent and my hands resting under my chin so it might've looked like I was praying to anyone who wasn't aware that I was in fact Sherlocking. I tapped my fingers together continuously so that I had something to focus on. There was only so much of an interesting thing you could find interesting before it became just another thing, after all.

I wanted so much to go home it hurt. Just to feel the warmth of my soft mattress instead of this thing, which might as well be a pile of bricks, I could only imagine it. Maybe I would see Katy again when I went home; talking to her on the phone once or twice for a minute or so does not constitute for a healthy level of communication between two people.

Speaking of which they wouldn't even let me see Libya because they thought she might have had something to do with my cutting! She must be so worried. I wanted nothing more than to go home and back to school, I knew I had moved rooms to the den in the attic although I couldn't remember why anymore. Understandable, these days everything gets squished together into one big blur of information and I can't pick out anything specific. I knew I had only been talking to August maybe a few hours ago, I wasn't quite sure, which must be a new record for me but I just couldn't remember what it was.

Oh well, it couldn't be that important if I forgot it that quickly! I've just got to last a bit longer then I'll be home again. Nothing could be better! Well, nothing that doesn't involve August...