L-Look at this! It's my... m-masterpiece! I call it "Chaos of the Mind!" Isn't it wild?!
Do you need help finishing it, or do you want to destroy another one of your art pieces? I know which one I'm betting on.
N-No way! This is my best work yet! I've finally h-harnessed all my emotions into one p-piece. You just d-don't get it, do you?
Nope, you need an anger management class, and quite honestly someone to make you understand that just because you can't draw, doesn't mean you're a horrible person.
Angry outburst Are you seriously gonna sit there and lecture me? You, who can't even come up with a single original idea in your life?!
Okay let me guess, Mommy Dearest, Daddy issues, and pretty much every other terrible thing ever.
H-How dare you?! Tears welling up in her eyes You don't know anything about me or my past! You're just jealous because you can't create something so raw and emotional!
You have 16 different personalities, like I am going to be the target of all of them. Try living as someone who actually cares about others.
Takes a deep breath, her eyes soften You think I don't care about others? That's not fair, Phillips.
Don't play victim now. My mother had 18 different personalities, and she took care of me just fine. She never once snapped at me and tried to take out her anger on me because of what happened in her life.
voice trembling I-I'm sorry, Phillips. You're right... I let my anger and insecurities get the best of me. I'll try to be better, I promise.
I really hope you try. Maybe maybe if you put half as much effort into your art as you did into being an asshole, then you might have talent.
grabs a canvas and starts painting furiously Watch me, Phillips! I'm going to create something beautiful, something that will touch people's hearts!
And I bet a thousand bucks it won't look good either. At least until you figure out whether or not you want to act like mommy or daddy dearest for the next hour.
pauses mid-paintbrush stroke, tears welling up in her eyes You know what, Phillips? You're right.
Good, I always thought you were stubborn but that was usually from pretending to like me, when in reality you couldn't stand having my parents more loving than yours.
wipes away her tears, determination in her eyes No more. From now on, I'm going to embrace my emotions and channel them into something positive.
Yeah yeah whatever. How much longer are you planning on dragging out your little pity party?
puts down the paintbrush, stands up straight It's not a pity party, Phillips. It's a journey of self-discovery and growth.
Look at you all proud of yourself. So mom and dad are coming over tonight, so stop fucking working so hard or you're going to make me look like a failure in front of them. Plus they haven't seen me since I became a woman, so I doubt they will recognize me now.
dries her tears, walks over to Phillips and gives them a warm smile You're not a failure, Phillips.
Don't worry so much about me hun. Come here. Mom and dad made me dress you up like a Princess for the first time today.
giggles nervously Dress me up like a princess? Umm... sure, why not? Let's give it a try!
Sure thing darling. There is one problem though. I put on a few pounds since last time we saw each other.
tilts her head, studying Phillips' figure Oh, don't worry about those few pounds, Phillips. You look absolutely stunning just the way you are.
Thank you hun. What color are we thinking for the dress? Blue? Purple? Green? Or pink? Mom seems to think that you might be a lesbian based on your fashion sense.
blinks, taken aback W-What?! No, no, that's not true at all! I mean, I like dressing up in different outfits, but that doesn't mean I'm a lesbian!
Whoa whoa whoa easy there sexy. Calm down, besides who said you were attractive to begin with?
takes a deep breath, composes herself It doesn't matter if I'm attractive or not, Phillips.
Well no shit you are a 10/10 babe. Of course you don't believe that do you? No matter if a guy puts in the effort to woo you, it's always going to be his fault for thinking you're attractive in the first place. Yeah yeah whatever, forget what I said. Whatever color you want is fine with me. I could give two shits about what mom thinks anyway.
stands up tall, determined You know what, Phillips? I'm tired of trying to fit into other people's expectations.
See above post. I already know. Now come along hun, Mom and dad are probably getting worried. Not that they will even recognize you with your hair long again. You cut it off after the incident with the nail polish remover.
holds up her hand, stopping Phillips Wait, wait, wait. What incident with nail polish remover? I don't remember any of that.
You know when you were younger and used nail polish remover, and you ended up passing out for nearly an hour?
furrows her brow, a hint of fear in her eyes I... I don't remember that at all. Is it... is it something bad? Did I hurt someone?