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Dr. Travis put me on some medication to help with depression and anxiety. I can already feel the difference. I feel so much less overwhelmed than before. She still comes for appointments a few times a week. It's been a week since my first appointment. I saw her three days in a row when we first started. Now I see her about two or three times a week. It seems like a lot, but it really helps. I can only imagine how much money Mom and Dad are paying her. I think if it was anyone else, they'd be annoyed with my problems by now, but keep doing it for the money. I don't think Dr. Travis is like that. She always seems to be so open to all of my problems. She must have a real passion for this profession. It's always so nice to see someone enjoying their work. I see it in Mom and Dad.

I've mainly been focusing on my therapy, so I haven't talked with Matthew or Nat. There haven't been rebel attacks within the last week. It's kind of making me on-edge. I feel like something might happen soon, but I don't know what it is.

One of the things Dr. Travis recommended to me was to do art so I can try to express my feelings. I'm sitting on a bench in the gardens painting with water colors. A lot of people don't like watercolor because it's hard to control, but I like it. I'm usually too exact, but with watercolor, I feel like I can be less exact. I'm painting a sketch I drew a while ago of a rose. I'm the kind of person where I need to sketch something first before I paint it. I paint the background first. Then I move on to the grass. Then I paint the stem and the leaves, and finally: the petals.

"That's beautiful." I hear a voice from behind me. Nat. Again. Who else would it be?

"Oh, um, thanks." I say. I turn around and go back to painting.

Nat sits down on the bench next to me. "I've always wanted to learn how to paint, but never learned how."

"I don't think you really need to know how to paint. You just kind of do it. It comes to you." I say, not taking my eyes off of the page.

"Hmm, I like that." He says. "The part about how it comes to you. That's pretty deep."

"Thanks," I turn around. "I'm a deep person." I say with sarcasm.

He laughs slightly.

I sit there for a while, just painting, and then I stop and look at him. "I have a really weird question for you, and you're probably going to think this is stupid and that I'm being ridiculous. But I feel like I have to ask."

"Okay." This doesn't phase him at all.

I sigh. "Why are you always the one guarding me? Why does it feel like there are never any guards looking after me, just you?"

He smiles. "I thought you'd ask me this eventually." He sits up so his face is about a foot away from mine. "Your parents hired me as a special guard. They wanted me to look after you because they knew your life was about to get harder. They thought I'd be trustworthy, but they also knew that I'd gotten to know you."

"So...they basically hired you to be my watchful friend."

"Well when you out it that way it sounds bad!" He winks.

I giggle slightly. "I don't necessarily mean that as a bad thing, I just—"

"I know, I know, it's kind of cheap for your parents to do this. It makes things awkward, doesn't it?"

I look down. I don't want to hurt his feelings.

He puts his hand on my shoulder. "Hey," he says. "I get it. This doesn't make things easier on you."

"Nat, I—"

"It okay. You're not hurting my feelings..." He pauses. "I'd understand if you just want me to go home or if you wanted me to guard someone else. I'd be perfectly happy with either of those. Just tell me what you want."

I look up at him. "Nat, I don't want you to leave."

"You don't?" He asks suspiciously.

"Of course not. You're a wonderful person, and I'm glad to have you as my guard. I don't really want anyone else to be."

"Are you sure?"

I nod.

"Alright."

We sit there in silence for a while, and the he leans in slightly. Before he can do anything, sirens go off. Another rebel attack.