The Boy On The Other Side Of The Wall- Analogical

6~Swirls~6

Logan now sat on the edge of his bed, his mind dark, depressing, and just full of pain and fear, not doing any better than he had been a few months, a few months when a scar dawned his freckled and pale shoulder. He was arguably doing worse. He was now sixteen, though he was barely sixteen, his birthday being only yesterday. Which had been forgotten, like always. He shoved his homework in his bag, his hands visibly shaking. He stood, swinging his bag over his shoulder. He took a deep breath, pushing his bedroom door open, tears of fear stinging the boys eyes.
Logan walked down the stairs, his head down, gripping his bag strap tightly, almost like it was a lifeline. He pushed the front door open, walking out of the house as he started walking to hell, well, school. He was shaking as he walked, scared, no, Terrified is a better word. He prayed that nothing would happen to him, since he seemed to be targeted, and he hated it.
Logan didn't have any friends, he didn't need them, right? Robots don't need friends. He took a deep breath. "Emotionless. Stay. Emotionless. Don't let them see your brokenness. Don't bring your brokenness to school. Don't show them how weak you are." He mumbled, running his hand through his always messy hair.
The sixteen-year-old focused on keeping a straight (don't any of you dare say it), emotionless face. Robots don't have emotions, you know this Logan.
Logan kept his head down as he walked closer and closer to the hell called school. Please god let everything go well today. I don't think I can deal with anymore pain in my life...
Logan approached the school he hated so much, gripping his bag more than what seemed possible. He kept his head down as he entered, tears pooling in his dark chocolate colored eyes when he heard almost everyone's conversations stop for a moment when he walked in, then continue with their voices hushed.
Spoiled Brat.
Robot.
Emotionless Freak.
Idiot.
Logan had heard it all, through whispers and gossip. Insults, slurs, everything. He kept walking, just wanting to get to home room, where at least things were calmer than the overwhelming hallways.
Logan slipped into his homeroom, quietly trying to make it to his spot unnoticed. Unfortunately for Logan, that did not happen. He felt something catch his foot, that something being another persons foot, and he was sent tumbling to the ground. He groaned in pain. "So much for a good day.." He mumbled to himself bitterly.
A boy laughed, a mix between a smile and smirk spread on his lips at Logan's pain. He wasn't even one of the bad ones, just another kid. Another kid who hated Logan. Another kid who thought he was a robot.
Logan sat up and then stood up. He adjusted his glasses and took a seat in the back corner of his home room with a small sigh. He just wanted all of this to be over. Just wanted everyone to leave him alone. Just wanted to feel safe...
Logan shook his head slightly, putting his head in his hands. He felt silent tears well up in his eyes before they were roughly wiped away. "No crying, no emotions. You are a robot. Remember?" He mumbled to himself.
Logan sat there, his head in his hands, trying not to break down for all of homeroom, which lasted around seven minutes after the bell. He slowly rose from his seat when the bell for first hour rang, his head down, hoping to god and everything holy that nothing big would happen today.
Logan dragged himself into his first hour, sitting down in the front, a tired and emotionless look dawning his features. He grabbed out his notebook for this class, which happened to be English. He sat with as perfect of posture as he could manage, a small, seemingly confident smirk on the boy who's self esteem was in the negatives.
Logan, around halfway through class, felt an odd, yet fairly familiar sensation start gliding over his arms. He glanced down at them, seeing swirls and stars start to cover his arms. He internally groaned, not disliking the drawings, just being rather annoyed his fucking soulmate decided that now was a good time to draw all over their arms. He sighed a bit and turned his attention back to the lesson, though was finding himself distracted from the constant drawings spreading over his arms.
Logan had never contacted his soulmate, and had always been careful to get no ink on his hands, finding soulmates unreasonable and illogical. Though right now, he was nearly at his breaking point already and this was not helping, at all. He angrily and annoyedly grabbed a pen from his bag, drawing a big 'X' over his arm, breathing heavily with anger.

He didn't realize then how much that 'X' would change his life.