Project

5.0: Emotional Isn't Always a Good Thing...

A worried artist sits at her workshop at home. Once more she tries to draw a straight line, but again her hand quivers. As the rubber was now out of commission, she tore the page out, scrunched it up, and threw it towards the avalanche of paper next to the bin. Ever since she had heard the news, she has had a lot of trouble drawing anything that isn't a quivering mess, and so she is running out of masterpieces to give and exchange. Usually, she'd welcome the sudden rush of emotion, as it helped emphasise her work greatly, but this dread -this fear- was more than the recommended amount.

She taps the table impatiently, trying to calm her nerves; if she ever wants to regain her job title, she'll need to control this fear quickly, as it's not helping her state whatsoever. She's tried everything, from meditating, to music, to even stress balls. Yet nothing has helped her cope with what she never thought she'd have to cope with. Everything around her only helped somehow remind her of The Incident, and of the times prior to that. The final discussion that they all had with each other, the sudden news report and messages from one of the people she could say with full confidence she hated the most, and even the seemingly paranormal drawings that appeared on her desk every now and then. None of this was helping, and now another problem entered the room.

"You really are bad at aiming, are you not?"

The sudden voice made her jump so badly, that she threw the pencil she held towards the person. Yet they simply caught it with their outstretched hand, "Just emphasising my point, really. I would say that throw was practically 2 inches too far right."

"What do you think you're doing here? I told you not to come anymore! I'm done with all this!" She sobbed, once more frightened as to what was going to happen. The person spoke with clarity and confidence, yet seemed like a total stranger. Their voice was unheard of, and yet their posture reminded her of someone she knew well. Then she remembered, "Anyways, aren't you the one who doesn't talk to people in person? You just message, as you hate talking!"

"That is indeed true, talking is not a strong suit of mine, however this required some more personal matters to attend to, and so I saw it best to instead head over whilst you were in and tell you the news." The person stated, almost as if they thought it a fact.

"What do you mean 'whilst I was in'?" She questioned, her fear quickly developing into anger.

The person simply held up a pre-printed card, with a statement: Surely you didn't think those drawings just 'appeared'? Knowing that this answered her question, they readied themselves for any form of item being thrown at them. Of course, this simply meant stand exactly where they were, as any item thrown had a tendency to go off course. Which did indeed happen, until she rushed over and back-handed them.

Another piece of paper fell to the floor: I had a feeling this would be your reaction, and so I shall allow you to hit me again if you wish. Do not take that in any other sense other than an apology, mind you. Feeling even madder at the jab of humour they pre-made, she brought her fist straight to the person's head. This indeed get a reaction, as the person then let out a low groan of pain, "I guess I now know the reason why you do not like to solve things using violence..." They stated, "Anyways, are you now done? We do have a lot to talk about whilst the day is still young."

"Oh shut up with your stupid metaphors and similes! I don't want to be a part of this anymore! I did what the other person told me to do months ago, isn't that all you guys wanted?! Just leave me alone! I can't live with this anymore..." She began to tear-up once more, remembering it all too well. The person, who understood her reactions in some ways, was sad to tell her, "You were one of Project's friends, and so you have to do what is meant to be done. They talked to you, and looked to you for comfort and piece in their life. This will bring them piece if you just do as I say. I do not want to be here longer than I need to be, as the gentlemen will be arriving shortly, and thus if I am around, I will have a lot of explaining to do. So it would appreciate me greatly if you just let this conversation flow quickly and thoroughly."