I got a notion you have no emotion, it's just an auto response from all the commotion you've dealt with. You have no future, you're just a loser.

Alex knew all that, you've always been a "freak". You got bullied often, you were on so many drugs, you were dirty and had a shit home life. Everybody hated you.

Alex never outwardly bullied you, but Alex never stopped the bullying either. He sort of watched you struggle in a detached and bitter way.

Today was a senior class field trip. You sat on the bus with your ear buds and your camera, you were all going to the museum.

People made jokes about you the whole ride, you just sat there and took it. A lot of people would reach over the seat, rip your ear buds out and tell you to kill yourself. Poor guy.

When they arrived, and all formed groups, Alex was stuck with you. You were a quiet guy, very soft spoken, very fucked up. The guy took pictures of everything cool.

Alex watched you as you stood in front of a stained glass portrait of god, you turned to Alex and asked Alex to take your picture.

Alex watched you flash a sweet grin for the camera, the way the light hit made your eyes glow red, sort of ironically as if you were a demon in front of a portrait of god.

"That's a pretty cool photo." Alex muttered.