James Sunderland

It’s been 3 weeks since you’ve joined art therapy. You and James sit across from each other but never crossed eyes. He was an odd fella he never spoke unless spoken too. He just drew he drew this figure with a pyramid head.What was that..thing? He was a tall stick figured man. While introducing himself he said he was 30, he could’ve passed off as 40. He has scruffy blonde hair and looked as if he didn’t take care of himself well. But who was i to judge? Anyways, he was drawing a something it wasn’t a piece of art but it was definitely something. *You go to reach the green crayon you weren’t looking but at the same time james went to grab it,You felt his cold rough hands.* “I’m sorry,You can have it” *he awkwardly laughed.* It was obvious he had a lack of social interactions.