Perfektion ist Key

“No.. no, you’re not” she said softly and shook her head, Scarlett was completely lost about how to make him calm a little bit. “Nobody is ever perfect, but having scars doesn’t make you a monster…” She said softly as she held his hand

Scarlett tried to remember the little german she knew and understood a few words, “you… monster?” She said and looked at him. “No, you’re not a monster” she said and looked at him, shaking her head lightly. 

Tara had timidly walked inside, knowing the past that they shared. She was rude at times, he got angry, and there was a blur of a memory dealing with a thing of armor. She didn’t really dwell on it all that much until now, she had felt so horrible about it. 

Hyperventilating Oakley was scared that she was going to make more scars.  For all he knew she was going to kill him and being nice was just a ruse.  Everyone here wanted to hurt him except for Danny.  Everyone wanted to kill him.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay” she said and tried to calm him down, she didn’t get near him because he backed away from her. She couldn’t understand what he was saying but she guessed he could understand her since he was there. “It’s okay, I can help you, just try to breathe” But he wouldn’t calm, he hyperventilated instead. She looked at his body covered in scars and then it hit her, she understood what he was crying about. Not sure what to do, Scarlett tried to reach out and took his hand softly, “Look at me, let me help you. Try to breathe with me, okay?” She said and looked at him softly.

Leah ventured by herself as she searched for newbies or strangers. She loved her friends dearly but sometimes it was good to make more. Passing by a door, she heard sobs coming from behind the wood and stopped. It truly was none of her business but she would certainly want company if she was in such a distressed state of mind.

Tara tried her best to avoid anymore guards and doctors, she had feared that she would force her way through Tara’s body to make an appearance. Her bandaged fingers grazed over the paintings, the statues, the walls. She found that she was comforted by the tickles that bubbled up at the tips of her fingers.

Oakley had given up.  He would never be perfect again.  Going in the fetal position on the floor he rested his forehead on the ground.  The tears leaked out of his eyes as he held his fists by his head.

Scarlett walked towards her office, she checked on her patients and planned to go back to her office to do some paperwork when she heard someone crying, which wasn’t unusual in the place but still it got her worried. She walked towards the source of the noise and found a boy, sobbing violently. “Oh…” she said to herself softly and walked up to him. She knelt down on the floor in front of him but didn’t touch him because she didn’t know what his reaction would be, “hey…” She said, her voice really soft. “Are you hurt?” She asked and studied him searching for any type of wound.

Danny nodded. “Deal,” xe said, holding out xir own hand for a pinkie promise. It was a little bit silly, but xe appreciated that Oakley was showing that he really meant it. Danny meant it as well. Xe didn’t want to hurt Oakley on accident, especially since Oakley was xir best friend in the place.

Oakley smiled as they shook their pinkie-fingers.  It was a promise that they would keep with each other for as long as they lived.  Something that he had to commit to memory.

“Did you ride on the trains?” Danny asked. Xe knew they were commonplace in Europe, but xe’d only ridden on the lightrail a couple of times before. Americans loved having their highways and private cars.

"I rarely rode zee trains.  I only rode zem if I vas running late but zat vas not an occurrence zat happened often.  I usually drofe my car on zee Autobahn.  It’s a fery big highvay,” he explained.  Oakley missed driving to school everyday.  His friends that would study with him.  His parent’s support.  Everyone that loved him was back in Germany.  But Danny was right here beside him, looking at the stars with him.

Jack hoped Oakley took his words to heart. It was easy to become trapped in a cycle of self-blame and low self-esteem. He’d seen it in many patients, where they became convinced that they were flawed and in turn hyperfocused on their failures and shortcomings to the point where they couldn’t see anything else.

Oakley furrowed his brows at this question.  Did it affect his relationships with people?  “Um, I do not know.  I didn’t hafe many friends to begin vith,” he admitted.  He was mainly teased but did have some close friends.  Many acquaintances but only some people he would call close friends.

you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars