IV. ANNOYANCE

Agitation, Bitterness, Resentment, Disgust, Hate, Rage

I had no reason to be angry with the man. He was merely doing his job.

He'd been sent to interview me, to ask me about my past and about everything I'd been feeling lately. It took a while to get used to talking again, but when I finally did, I complied fully. I guess it just wasn't what he wanted from me, I could feel waves of annoyance radiating from him, penetrating my brain. Frowning, I asked him a simple question. "What am I doing wrong?"

He simply blew up.

"Everything!" He screamed at me, annoyance moving to rage in record time. "Why can't you just tell me what you can do?! That's all we need!" I was confused, what was he talking about? I could feel people's emotions, I'd said that. What more did he want? "Just tell us how the hell you possessed your mom!"

"But...I never possessed her…"

"Tell me how you possessed your mom and forced her to kill your father!"

"I didn't-"

"Tell me!"

Anger seemed to rush through my veins, flooding my brain. I didn't know where it was coming from, I wasn't angry, and then a second later I was filled with rage. I bit my tongue to hold back the words I wanted to say, they just didn't feel like my words. All this, all this felt like it wasn't mine. My head seared with pain, it felt like it was going to split in half. I needed to fix it. I needed it to stop.

"STOP!" I screamed as loudly and with as much emotion as I could, relieving the pressure on my skull. I opened my eyes, which had been clamped shut. The man seemed to shrink back, picking up his pen and scribbling some notes in a file. The feeling of anger dissipated, and his main emotion returned to his previous annoyance. I was confused. From all my observation, I saw that anger didn't just go away. Not like that. Had he been faking it? He was really good if he had. And I didn't know what had happened with me, I was angry, then I was. It was the same anger I felt that night.

All I knew was that it hurt when it happened.

Flipping the folder shut, the man left the room, having to step past another standing in the doorway. I recognized him as Bob, the man that talked to me a year earlier. He was the only other person I'd seen besides the doctor-man, of course I recognized him. How long had he been standing there? My anger had made it impossible to tell he'd approached. Even now, his emotion took a long moment to register. It was indifference.

A cool blue.