Well, It's another round of storytelling yet again with us back to Joy, and it seems like only yesterday that we started this story. Just think about it, Harry has gone through a lot, and so have the others along with him. How would you rate the tale so far? Do you think Harry will end up all right? Review and let me know!
Chapter 11
"Joy, come sit with me" The man who I would to know as Serenity patted to the cushion next to him as he sat on the floor, and, of course, I did.
"So how do you know me again?" I asked, because, what else would you ask if a man knew you without having even met you? But of course, this man wasn't going to give me a straight answer, and it bugged me. I wasn't at my best behaviour after the last few days of my life, and I got a little ratty.
He replied with a complex answer, but I eventually got my head around it.
"How does anyone know anyone else? There are many complex ways in which people interact, and all these interactions are what shape the world around us.
"You speak to a Mind worker that comes in on the train of thought, then both of you go on your separate ways, not thinking about what the other one does or when they do it. But the Mind worker does not only drive the train, She'll go home, speak with her husband and children, telling them about the five people up in headquarters and the stories they tell. Where do you think they go? They go to whatever places the Mind workers go to do their jobs and talk about you. Gossip spreads far and wide here Joy, even to a lonely hermit like me. I know more about you than you could ever think possible"
Okay, he got me there. I talk so much to the train driver when she stops by to unload every morning, and when Serenity shares this with revelation with me it makes so much sense. You'd think that boys don't gossip, but man are you wrong. It's quite fun sometimes, let me tell you, and the amount of funny stuff Harry hears from other people is tremendous comedy, trust me.
"So mister…?"
"I...am Serenity" He spoke softly, and it was so soothing it was unreal.
"Okay. Serenity. I like that. So what are we gonna chat about? You said we needed to talk about stuff with all of your mystical voodoo powers an' stuff" and the old guy chuckled.
"If I recall correctly there was no mention of voodoo magic, but yes, we need to talk about your future. But why don't you tell me why it went so wrong for you?" and that was how I started my road to recovery. We talked and talked for hours on end, sometimes I helped him tend to his little garden, and catch the thinkifish in the river, but at the end of the day, come rain or shine, we would always talk.
A few more weeks passed by, and we continued our little counseling sessions. Serenity taught me how to focus on all the important things in life. Happy memories, things that I had forgotten I could do. Serenity knew things about me I never knew, and he was always spot on. He knew the exactly what made me tick, and he used it to help me grow as an emotion. I was already recovering from the ordeals I had faced, but I still didn't want to go back, face the fact that I had run away. But, even though I didn't realise it, what I had learnt from Serenity is that he knew this, and he would help me get back to feeling the confidence I clearly lacked.
"I'm getting the feeling that you don't want to go back, because you're afraid of what the others will think about you."
"How did you know?"
"Joy, I always know what a person is feeling, whether they know it or not."
He got me again.
"Well, it has been on my mind for a while…" I glanced up to look at him and continued "What if they really dislike me after this?"
"If they are really your friends, then why does it matter if they don't like the way you left them? They will forgive you no matter what, That's what makes friendships special."
Man his thoughts were deep. Completely mind boggling, and yet, they made perfect sense.
"I never thought of it that way before Serenity, it seems so obvious now."
"Everything seems obvious if you take the time to understand it. Now, do you think you are ready to go home now?" I contemplated my answer, but really, I needn't have bothered. The answer was clear in my head.
"I am ready, I guess I always have been."
"That's good, because we are just about to have guests."
And that was when the knock on the door came.
