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Day 1 → Take your least favorite character you’ve ever created. Put them in a scene that would drive them mad


From behind the heavy velvet curtain Sarah could hear the murmur of the gathering crowd grow louder and louder. She could feel her chest tighten, and the knot in the pit of her stomach grow heavier with each forced breath. She closed her eyes and started her relaxation exercises. She was glad Dr. Hafen had gone through relaxation exercises with her at their last session. She definitely needed them now.

She focused on the knot in her stomach and visualised it evolving into a sphere. A foam sphere. She smiled to herself. It was actually working, she was actually starting to calm down. A clammy hand on her bare shoulder made her jump. The intrusion into her private world was as unwelcome as the dampness on her skin. 

"Well Sarah, my girl. Are you ready for your moment in the spotlight?"

Sarah nodded. She hated being the centre of attention. She hated when crowds. She hated people if you were going to get to the finer points of her dissatisfaction. And here she was. Standing in front of five hundred people, preparing to welcome them to the nights events. 

'Just take your time. Ignore the audience. I know you can do it. You know you can do it'

Sarah gave a slow smile and turned her attention back to the curtain. She didn't need any distractions now. It was too close to showtime.

The quartet who were providing the music began to play the intro piece.
The moment was here.
Her moment was here.

She gingerly clasped the curtain in her hand and stepped through it onto the stage. 
The brightness of the lights startled her and disrupted her vision. She took a deep breath.
Blinking through her momentary blindness she located the microphone standing at the centre of the stage.
She strode towards it and faced the crowd.
They waited expectantly for her to begin.

'Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to welcome you all to...'

A loud crunch caught her attention. It came from her left. She glanced sideways quickly. It stopped. She took another deep breath and regained her composure.

'I would like to welcome you all to the seventh annual gala...'

She heard it again. Another crunch. It came from her left like the first. She looked towards the noise. She couldn't see who was making it. She started to panic. A  reassuring whisper came from behind the curtain.

'You can do this Sarah. Concentrate'.

She refocused on the microphone. She smiled as much as she could muster and continued.

'to the seventh annual gala of the Summerville Mental  Health Retreat Cent..'

'Crunch'

Sarah spun towards the sound. She saw him this time. She saw the cruncher. 
He was eating. He was making the noise. He was crunching.

Her scream stunned the room.
'You bastard!'
She leapt towards him, microphone raised high above her head.
'I'll teach you a lesson you sunovabitch. I'll teach you bloody manners.'

A siren alarmed behind Sarah. She caught sight of one the white uniforms coming towards her.
 She didn't have long to show him. She didn't have long to punish the cruncher.
She swung her already raised arm. All she needed was one good swing.
A firm fist caught her wrist.

'Drop it Sarah'

She turned towards the voice as the sedative was thrust into her arm.
The microphone fell to the floor.

'But he ruined it Dr. Hafen.  He ruined my show'

'Don't worry Sarah, we'll try again next year'

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