emotionally emotionless

Chapter 0: my arrival

A/N: sorry if there is any emotions or loopholes found in the book. I am not perfect, and neither is the book.

         Cold.

    I feel cold. A freezing, down to the bone, cold. I suddenly felt a rush of emotion. Anger, annoyance.

    What is this?

     My eyes open, the light blinded me for a moment. But I slowly adjusted as I looked around frantically.

      Two people stood near me, wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I guess I was the only cold one. They seemed to be unaware that I there—one of them pointed towards me—or that I was awake.

      They seemed to be arguing, but my ears didn't seem to be working. I am standing. Odd.

       One of the arguers looked over, they saw me, awake. The anger disappeared, replaced with a new emotion.

      Was it relief? Amazement? Concern? Or perhaps all three. My head hurt. A rush of cold blew over me, freezing my already frozen bones.

      I kneeling now, my hands over my head, mouth open. When did I get like this? I can't hear anything, but I feel everything. The room is spinning. I'm on the floor now. What is happening?

     For the second time today, I woke up. The cold is gone. The anger is gone. Nothing replaced it, I felt nothing, no emotion. Strange.

     I looked around. I was laying down now, in the same room. One of the people who were arguing earlier, sat beside me.

     They saw that I was awake and leaned back.

      "Hi," His voice was soft. I felt worry, but it was different than earlier. I can't place it.

        "I am feeling your emotions," I spoke. It was raspy. Higher pitched than his.

        "You are feeling everyone's emotions," he responded. He stood up and walked around to the other side of where I was laying.

          My eyes followed him, taking in the rest of the room. Grey walls, concrete. Plastic boxes lined the walls in no specific order. I laid on a metal table, a desk stood on one side of me. A door to the right of it.

          "Why," I finally spoke, "Why did you do this to me?"

           He sighed, "I didn't do anything,"

           I felt frustration.

          "Who are you?"
  
          He turned around, his hands folded in front of him.

           "Shouldn't you be more concerned about who you are?"

           Curiosity replaced frustration.

         I thought back to my life. I was brought back to earlier today, when I first woke up. I tried to think farther back. My brain hurt. I could barely make out blurs of people. 

       "Hey," he placed a hand on my leg. Warm.

      "Don't work yourself too hard, it'll come back,"

      "What if it doesn't," I ask. I looked up at him. Brown eyes, and an unshaven stubble. Messy curls of black hair framed his face. He looked away,

       "It will,"

     A/N: this is a book I'm really excited about, but don't expect updates regularly. I'm a procrastinator. But I'll assume that no one is ever going to read this so no expectations broken, I guess.