Title: Blank Screen
Author: Arachne
A/n: Don't you just hate writers block? So does Edward.
Edward Elric stared at the computer screen. He was a bit tired from working late hours, and trying to type up something that would sound suitable for a homework assignment. He'd been having particular trouble with finding the right words to say. It was like staring at a girl he'd liked and accidentally shouting about stupid hobos down the streets eating his pet dog. Not that he'd ever imagined that any of them would. It had become second-hand to write out his thoughts and feelings and emotions, his psychiatrist said so, and while he was usually trying to find the quickest stare and glare approach to hightail it out of the office, he found himself starting to agree.
After all, when had he ever resolved his internal conflicts over saving the entire world? Then again, it wasn't like he was going to go all suicidal just because no new adventure was had. There were more important things to worry about than his mental stability, which in most cases was admired and accepted not for who he was, but because he were able to do those things, and become the person that he was today. Not the little spooky glare kid or the grownup scientist. But perhaps the NOT that short person who would one day find himself with nothing to do, and look back at his brother and tell himself – You know what, this is not the point of who I am. I've got other things to worry about, and it's not me, but that doesn't mean that I'm not a person either.
So now that he looked at it this way, what was there left to say? He sighed, looking back at the blank screen of the computer. There were lots of things to say, things that he feared and didn't want to talk about. But would that be enough things to say? He paused. No, he remembered the stupid religious stunts pulled in his own country. If tons of people got their lives changed because of that – then HE..Edward Elric could write a damn book!
And maybe he would not do it justice to type out what they said. Maybe nothing would even work out the way they planned it to be told, but he was around, and he had a brand new laptop, and he'd promised he'd stop bullying himself if he could just …
What the hell was he doing again?
He sighed, and looked at the screen, and then typed in:
Why am I here?