To anyone watching, Summer's drawing would look rather psychotic. She knew this, but that was okay. Most people thought she was a freak anyway.
The picture was, simply, lots and lots of men, all the same, all wearing the same suit jacket and tie, all with the same dull expression on their faces. You could only see the head and shoulders of the men, but that was enough to tell you that these were simple, boring, every-day businessmen. There was one, though, in the centre of the middle row, that wasn't wearing a suit and had a smile on his face, his hair slightly ruffled.
Summer looked around the room, an annoyed expression on her face, her eyes searching. At last, her gaze fell upon a small pot that looked like it had once been a baked-beans tin. It was filled with coloured pencils. Why it was there, Summer had never known, because the patients had to supply their own paper, so what were they expected to draw on, the walls? Might bring some colour to the bloody place, Summer thought, a wan smile on her face. She stood up, dropping her sketch in her empty seat, and crossed the room. She plucked out a bright red pencil, returned to her seat, and coloured Mr. Odd-One-Out's jumper in. Picking up her pencil once more, she scrawled across the top of the picture the words;
They Are NOT You
She looked at it. She wasn't satisfied, but she didn't know why. An idea struck her, and she wrote on the paper again. In the top left-hand corner she wrote; Lee, and in the bottom right-hand corner; -Summer x. She didn't know why, but she usually followed her inspiration, so she wasn't about to question it now; she placed the sketch in Lee's lap, watching him carefully.
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