Emotionless (Septiplier)

10.

~Sean~

In the library with Mark holding my hand, I couldn't figure what exactly to give Mark. I went through some of what I was feeling lately, frustration and anger. I could have went with sadness but I wanted to wait until much later on this embark of emotion. 

I zoned in on some of my frustrations and the seething angry thoughts that still sat at the back of my mind. I felt extremely hot and tense for a moment before I felt it transfer to Mark through my fingertips. 

I felt Mark squeeze my hand harder than before. I opened up my eyes, that were squeezed shut in order to focus, and looked up at Mark. His eyebrows were furrowed deeply and his mouth was turned down into a frown with his top lip twitching. His skin also felt searing hot to the touch. 

Then he opened his eyes. His eyes were slits and he was giving me a nasty look, one that made me fearful and upset. He pulled his hands away from mine and pushed me away. He scoffed and stood up. 

"What is this?!" Mark growled through his teeth. 

I gulped and took in a shaky breath. 

"It's called anger," Mark looked at me bewildered, yet still angry, "It's when you don't like a person or hold something against a person." I tried to explain. Mark only shook his head then turned and left. 

I felt my shoulders drop. I wanted Mark to come back and hold me like he did yesterday. I only sighed at the thought. Of course he would get mad, I gave him that emotion. I'm such an idiot. 

I tried to stand up and follow him, but my legs felt like gelatin and gave up on me. I felt myself fall and hit the floor with a loud thump. I felt so weak. My head lolled to the side as I lay on the ground unmoving. 

My eyes started to droop and I tried with all my might to keep myself awake. I started blinking rapidly at random intervals in order to wake myself up. I curled my toes and fingers on occasion to keep my brain focused on something other than sleep. Even through all of this, my eyesight started to blur. Black started pouring into my vision and then...

~Mark~

I burst through the creaky old library doors and they closed behind me with a loud bang. I wasn't even thinking about what I was doing. This anger, or whatever Sean said, must be affecting me.

I stomped through the hallway until I got to the male bathroom. I walked in and looked at myself in the mirror. I wanted this emotion to stop. In the mirror, I saw this person that looked like me, but wasn't. This person had an upside-down (as a stranger things fan that word is triggering) smile and a really unpleasant look on his face.

I shook my head. I wish I could just shake this feeling off of me. I hated this and I didn't understand why Sean gave this to me. This is a large contrast to the happiness I experienced yesterday, and I did not like that very much. 

I let out a huge sigh as I felt the anger cool down inside me. I started to lose the upside-down smile and the unpleasantness surrounding me. However, I wasn't feeling happy either. I didn't really feel anything at all. 

However, instead of focusing on my emotions at the moment I went to go find what happened to Sean. I walked out of the bathroom and went back to the library, hoping Sean was still there. I walked back to where we preformed the emotion transferring, and found him passed out on the floor. I hurried up toward him and touched my hand to his shoulder. 

"Sean!" I called to him. He didn't respond. I tried again, this time shaking his shoulder slightly as well. I still got nothing. So, I picked his limp body up off of the floor, and carried him out of the library. I made my way down to the small nurses office towards the back of the school. No one uses it much, if you follow the rules you didn't have to. 

I walked in the little disinfectant smelling room, and placed Sean down on the cot that was against the wall. The nurse walked up to me and introduced herself politely. Then she asked,

"Who is this boy and what happened?"

"This is Sean McLoughlin and I found him passed out on the floor of the library." She nodded.

"We'll just let him come too on his own. However you, sir, best be on your way to your next class."

"Alright, thank you ma'm," I said as I made my way to my next class. I sat down in my seat once I reached the classroom. As I did so, I felt another wave of not anger but something similar. Then a word popped into my head. Frustration. 

I was frustrated that I did that to Sean and that I didn't know what was going on with him while he was at the nurse. I was also frustrated that he gave me this emotion instead of any other one. Surely, there was a better emotion to give me, right? However, that frustration was outruled by my frustration at myself for not being able to control the emotion Sean gave me. 

I'm back, I suppose. It's been too long hasn't it, and it was selfish of me not to do this sooner. School has been keeping me on my toes and after everything I just couldn't do it. But, you probably don't want to hear my excuses, so I hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful day. Bye!