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Stars(passing as sane) LAST PART"When I look at the stars,
I see someone else.
When I look at the stars,
I feel like myself."
"Amanda," the voice of a large African woman said gently, showing her face in the light that rained into my room, the door hanging open.
I rubbed my eyes. "What time is it?" I muttered, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes. I sat up in my cot tiredly.
The woman gave a melancholy smile, and with a kind tone, said, " It is time to go now. You can go right back to sleep--and I promise no one will bother you anymore. "
I nodded sleepily. That was convincing enough for me. I yawned as I set my feet on the cold, concrete floor. The woman took me by the hand, and helped me up as if I was only a small child, and I looked up into her pleasant face, I suddenly felt like I was still living in a dream.
She led the way out of my cell, with a man in dressed in white on my other side. My eyes were still adjusting to the bright lights as they showed the way down an unfamiliar hall.
It was then that I remember
Stars(passing As Sane) Part 8“ Iv'e been thinking about everyone,
Everyone, you look so lonely...”
I didn't know what to do. The tone that I had heard in his voice had scared me. He had acted like something bad was going to happen—and soon. If he was planning something that he was going to regret, I had to stop him. Somehow I had to get in contact with him before it was too late, and that meant getting out. Out of this dump.
I could only hope it wasn't something as terrible as...something like...taking his own life. That was what it had sounded like, but I wasn't one to judge. But if I was right, or if I wasn't, I would have to escape either way.
I sat there, motionlessly concentrating, trying to memorize the tiny words that had been scratched onto a little yellow sticky note, in Jon's sturdy handwriting.
“629, apt. 5, Docile Drive.”
I had no idea what this address was meant for, but it was all that I had. I had managed to swipe it from Jon's desk before the hospital people came to ge
Stars(Passing As Sane)- Part 7"I've been thinking about the meaning of resistance
Of a hope beyond my own.
And suddenly the infinite
Begin to look like home."
Jon didn't look the same that day. He looked tired, sick, and above all, depressed as if his entire race had been wiped out yesterday. He was droning on again, the way he used to, when his heart had been closed off to me.
As the time passed by, and it was once again just minutes before I had to head "home" again, I realized that he had come to the brink of tears, like he didn't want me to go. When his voice began to crack, and tears spilled over, the one thing that I could do to bring him comfort was throw my arms around him and share his pain.
That was when the unreachable Jon Foreman cried. He cried almost like a small child, like I used to, alone in my room when I was only eight years old. He buried his face in my blonde curls, and cried out everything that he had been containing for years, consisting of some things that even I may never know.
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