Emotionless (Septiplier)

3.

~Sean~ 

I sigh as I settle down in my seat acting as I if I was paying attention to the teacher, but really in my mind all I was thinking about was Mark. He seemed so perfect, physically at least. It's troubling how someone could be so perfect and not experience emotion. 

The teacher passed out a worksheet, I sighed as I looked at the sheet in front of me. I don't want to do this. We're learning about some weird math equation that will never be used in the real world unless you work at a specific job that less than 1% of the population works at. All I want to learn is about why are people the way that they are. 

I laid my head down on the table with a thump. I heard no one question me or ask me about what I'm doing. I didn't expect them too. Everyone is too busy working to even look up from what they are doing. 

Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

"Hey," a voice from behind me spoke. I turned and saw Mark looking at me, I started to get excited. Someone was paying attention, and it was him no less, maybe he was slightly different than the rest.

"You need to sit up. You aren't sitting properly, in turn breaking one of the rules." I sat up and huffed. Of course. Why would I ever think that he could be different. No one will ever be different except for me. I will always be alone in this world.

It's as if I walk covered in fog. People unable to look in, and I'm unable to look out. It's a thin, rocky road. But inside it has a pleasant atmosphere with colors and emotions running through it like water, but because people are unable to see through the fog they will never know what lies within. 

Then the shrill sound of the bell blew away my thoughts as people shuffled out of the classroom in an orderly fashion. I get up and pack up my stuff and start to walk out. I walked slowly down to the cafeteria. I walked to my empty table and sat down. 

I wasn't hungry. I was too caught up in thought to eat. I laid my head down again, this time there wasn't anyone here to tell me not to. I happened to be laying there for a little while until I heard a tray being placed on the table. 

I lifted up my head and saw Mark sitting across from me. I just looked at him as he looked back at me. Why was he sitting here when there was other places to sit with much better people?

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Eating my midday meal." I rolled my eyes. 

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" He asked. 

"I wanted to know why you're sitting by me." 

"Because you are the only person here that I recognize." I nodded. Of course it wasn't because he found me interesting or anything, it was because he recognized me from the lesson. I don't know why I even thought that there might be a chance that he thought I was interesting. I already determined he has no feelings, but my mind keeps telling me that there may be a chance. That maybe he has some sort of spark inside him, but every time I think like this it ends up in my disappointment.

I didn't say anything else as Mark seemed content where he was. But something was telling me to learn about him and teach him these wonderful things that I experience, and maybe he will one day have them too. But there's this little voice inside me that's saying it will never come true, and I can't help but to believe it. 

After a while of silence and my conflicting thoughts about him, I spoke up. 

"The name's Sean. I'm not sure if you know that or not." 

"Hello Sean. My name is Mark." I sighed. This was the polite way to introduce yourself to new people, and a rule that was something to be followed.

"I know your name. I heard it when you were introduced to the class today," I said in a slightly annoyed tone. 

"Yes, but I was introducing myself in the proper way that you are supposed to." 

"Well I don't know if you can tell. I don't really like the rules." 

"What do you mean," Mark questioned, "I don't understand the meaning of 'like'. Do you mean that you weren't taught the rules and cannot follow them properly?" I forgot that they follow the rules without thinking twice. It's as if the rules are built into their brain.

"No, I was taught the rules. It's just that I don't think that they are necessary." Mark was silent, most likely processing what I said.

"No, the rules are what keep us in a functioning society." 

"Well maybe for everyone except me," I mumbled.

"What do you mean everyone except for you? You are the same as all of us in this community." Mark stated as if he knew what he was talking about.

"Unfortunately, you are incorrect. I am very different from the rest of the community and I see these rules as what they are. Restraints. These rules keep the people from being like me, and it's unfortunate that you can never see something quite like I do." 

"What is it that you experience that sets you apart from everybody else?" Mark asked. I huffed. I'm unsure whether or not to tell him, because he won't understand either way. 

"Mark, you won't understand me. You'll think I'm a big liar unless you experience it."

"Well I know you're not lying because the rules say not to lie." I sighed deeply.

"See Mark, this is your problem. You and everybody else only knows about the things they tell you. There are things beyond the rules. People have the ability to not follow the rules. There is so much you don't understand that I don't think I could tell you what I experience because it would just make it harder for me to find a way to make you understand."

Mark only looks at me, with the same unchanging face. Then the bell rung out as Mark opened his mouth and I got up and walked away. Yet I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling inside me, telling me I did the wrong thing.

Hey! I'm back! Yay! Sorry it's been so long since the last update. Thinks got really busy for awhile and then I was waiting for my new laptop to arrive. Yes I update these on my laptop, it's easier to type with than a phone. And so now we're here! Finally! Anyways I hope you enjoyed this! Bye!!