Arianne woke with a start to the sound of singing birds. Sunlight flooded her living room, the bright light making her head ache. Arianne got up, exclaiming with pain as the patches ripped from her arms. Removing the headphones, Arianne stumbled to the kitchen. Pouring a glass of water, she got two aspirin out of the cabinet. She noticed the picture of Connor on the refrigerator, and felt nothing. No sadness, no guilt, no tears.
“That's strange.” she thought to herself. Going to her desk, she found a letter that Connor had written to her a week before the senior prom. Re-reading the words of the tear-stained letter, she automatically reached for the tissue dispenser on the desk before she realized that a tissue was unecessary. She didn't feel any emotion whatsoever.
She looked around warily. Running to the closet, she took out a box filled with pictures, documents and newspaper clippings. She read the first few lines of an article headlined “Local Teen Killed, Girlfriend Driver Not Charged”, but the expected flood of emotion never came.
Arianne thought she should be frightened, but she felt no emotion whatsoever, only a dispassionate regard for her strange situation. She decided it would be best to take the ‘Armor’ back to the drugstore. She quickly dressed and walked out her door.
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