Life Without Reason

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The sound of the alarm pierced his ears waking him for the last time. He sat up in his bed and stared coldly at the empty wall in front of him. What’s the point of life? Why was I put here? What would happen if I was never alive? Unfortunately for him, his questions would go unanswered.

The man was throwing on a baggy jacket while he stepped from his house into the pounding rain. It was a very long walk into town but he didn’t mind as he was used to being alone. Also he didn’t get out often enough not that it mattered now. Upon reaching the end of his driveway he stopped to take a look at his lonely house. He knew he would likely never see it again. He attempted to remember anything worth remembering in this house but couldn’t. Life was nothing but a routine for him, although today would be very different. Finally something to look forward to. He turned back towards the quiet town realizing he hadn’t met anyone here. He hadn’t seen anyone he cared about in as long as he could remember.

Drenched, the man arrived at the general store instantly locking eyes with the stores’ owner. He quickly looked away and continued down one of the isles imagining how terrifying he must look. He hadn’t exactly dressed for success today and he was soaked from head to toe. He forgot about the stare down he had just had and started taking what seemed like random items off the shelves until he had run out of hiding places. He grabbed a large tray of pop and started towards the exit wasting no time. Waiting there was the owner armed with an old, beaten baseball bat. The man looked surprised only for a second and continued towards the exit. As he tried to shuffle past the owner, the owner pushed him to the ground where he remained...

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...on. Roger Parton?” he asked suddenly.

The man still confused responded slowly. “Yes.”

“From what I’ve been told you assaulted three people today including a local police officer.”

“I don’t remember” He said quietly as if embarrassed.

“You’re nervous.” Severson pointed out after noticing seeing Parton’s shaking.

Parton grunted.

“Listen we already know what you’ve done. I just want to know why you did it.”

Parton’s shaking became more intense and his face was full of pain.

“Mr. Parton are you alright? Can we get help in here please?” Severson yelled. A first-aid unit quickly rushed in but it was too late. Parton was face down on the table.

After further investigation a used needle was found under the seat of the stolen car. Never again would he wake to his alarm and stare at that wall to wonder why his lonely life was worth living.

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