“Swallow” she said, handing me a small cup with two pink pills. After swallowing them both dry I was handed a cup of water and told to move along.

It’s been three days and whatever are in those pills those nurses gave me has stopped me from feeling any emotion. Mind you emotions weren’t my strong suit anyway so I don’t feel all that different.

Walking out into the fully fenced garden I wonder over to the small hide out. I quietly find my small patch of grass, which is slowly fading from ass crushing it nearly every day, and I sit leaning against the tree and try to get comfy.

Hidden in the small crack at the base of the tree, is a small mobile phone, I quickly send a text to my boss informing about my target. The answer to whether or not he wants her dead or alive remains unclear.

<when will this be done> I ask

<You’ll have you’re answer by tonight>

Finally, spending three days in a psych ward was enough for me. I wanted out being made to talk to random strangers was not my thing, and if anyone mentions group therapy to me ever again I’ll scream.

“Anna I finally found you” said target came bounding towards me, she was the human equivalent of a golden retriever, is said retriever was high as fuck and talks to anything and everything living or not.

“Yep you found me , what can I do you for?” I ask putting on my best act to even care which was becoming less of an act. Maybe those tablets are actually working…concerning.

“It’s time to go in its dinner time” she says grabbing my hand and yanking me up. Then she does her rendition of a statue, she just stands stock still and stares with no emotion on her face, just goes blank. Happens least once a day.

An orderly sees us and asks with a thumbs up if we’re ok, apparently I’m the only one who has managed to get out of these trances.

“Hey Mace come back” I spoke softly running her arms, she slowly starts blinking and comes back with dazed smile and before I can even say anything she grabs my face and kisses me. As suddenly as it started it was over and she skipped off.

“She’s something else” the orderly said with a smirky,

“You can say that again” I responded still somewhat shocked at what just happened as well as wondering what the feeling my stomach was.

***flash back***

“Guilt…do you know what that feels like?” the man across from me asks,

“I’ve been told my lack of emotion is….concerning” I reply sipping my coffee. The man smiles and nods, handing me a card.

“Well I have a position that may suit you…if you’re interested” he said, I take the card and shove it in my pocket.

“Ok” I told him and shook his hand.

***end***

Laying in bed sleep doesn’t come easy, coming to the sudden realisation that I do in fact feel emotions, especially if someone or things is the reason for them, is shocking and annoying. Because now I know my job is going to be complicated and I hate that.