I know several people have been looking forward to this one. I hope I didn't disappoint.

Everything belongs to CP Coulter.


"Mr. Logan Wright. Your turn," Professor Murdoch said as he gestured Logan to the front.

Several boys tittered as the prefect strolled up the aisle. As he turned as faced the classroom, Derek noticed he had lost some of his spark, his bravado. Had he taken his meds, or was he ready to bare his soul as Julian had done?

"Due to recent events, I decided to change my topic, and mix up the brief a little bit to suit my personal experiences. Emotions can be bad things. They can wreck havoc with your mind, confuse the hell out of you, and make a seemingly simple situation complicated. But they're so much better than nothing.

"When you feel nothing, it's almost like an invisible barrier between reality and where you are. You can see things, hear them, touch them. But you can't feel them. You're alone. You're totally alone. And you can't even feel sorry for yourself.

"When you feel nothing, you have no hope. Nothing will get better. Because it's all in your head. This happened because you were born screwed up, or because some upstart in a lab coat said you needed to be this way.

"All you want is to be normal. To feel. To touch someone with your heart, not just your hand. And not being able to do that is so fucking painful, yet the pain is nothing but a dull beat thrumming in the back of your head."

"And then people start to avoid you, because they can sense you're different. They can tell when you laugh that it's fake. That when you stare off into space, it's not because you didn't get enough sleep. You're different. And that scares people.

"The worst part about the absence of emotion though? No matter how much you want to scream or cry or throw things at a wall because of how you are, or what people want you to be, you can't. You can't because you can't feel. You're in a grey steel box with no door handle. You're trapped, and no one can hear you scream.

"It's so lonely in that box."

There was a silence that seemed to stretch on as Logan zoned out. Professor Murdoch coughed, and Logan shock his head as if he had come out of a trance.

"Anyone complaining of a broken heart or feeling lonely, you're so lucky."

Logan abruptly finished and began striding back to his seat. He picked up his bag, swung it over his shoulder, and marched out of the classroom, leaving his classmates in a stunned silence.

Before he left, Derek heard him mutter, "- won't change what I've done to him anyway."


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