E m o t i o n l e s s

It was like any other day for Logan.

Wake up.

Get dressed.

Eat breakfast.

Greet Patton.

Go to school.

Come home.

But today was a bit different.

For the first time, Logan felt emotions.

He hated it. So he simply shoved it aside.

Soon after, things changed.

Wake up.

'k¡ll t∏ξm.'

Get dressed.

'k¡ll t∏ξm.'

Eat breakfast.

'k¡ll t∏ξm!'

Instead of eating breakfast, he grabbed an object.

A small pocket knife.

When he went to greet Patton, his best friend, something snapped.

...

"Hey Lo- wait, what're you-!"

Logan blacked out after that.

When he came to, the first thing he saw was blood. Everywhere.

Then, he looked down, and saw the lifeless body of his friend.

Logan felt sick.

He was a murderer.

He couldn't do anything.

So he simply sat there until the police came.

Unmoving.

Unblinking.

The cops took one look at him,

And shot him in the head.