Emerald Heart

I am taking a creative writing class here at Uni. We have a daily prompt/challenge we have to do everyday. Today's was to put a person in a situation where they couldn't understand. Express how they feel, comprehend what was going on- in first person.

So naturally, I wrote mine about a diagnosed Sociopath (Antisocial Personality Disorder) in a coffee shop who doesn't understand how it feels to have emotions or how to tell others' emotions. I have typed it below in case anyone wants to read it.

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I stared around the room. So many people feeling so many different emotions. Happy, sad. Others I did not recognize. Others I did not recognize. All of which I did not feel. The only emotion I truly felt was anger. I hid it well in public. Or, I tried to at least. Antisocial Personality Disorder made me unfeeling, but in no means did it make me a killer. These people in the coffee shop would say otherwise. That alone made me angry. However, I had gotten good at masking this. Too good. The scent of bitter coffee beans filled the air. I tightened my grip on my cup. I could feel the moisture on my hands. Angry. I was angry, and I would never feel anything else.