The sound of the alarm pierced his ears, waking him up for the last time. He sat up in bed and stared coldly at the empty wall in front of him. What is the purpose of life? Why was I put here? What would happen if I were never alive? Unfortunately for him, his questions would remain unanswered. The man donned a loose jacket as he left his house in the pouring rain. It was a very long walk to town but he didn't mind because he was used to being alone. Plus, he didn't go out often enough, although that didn't matter now. When he reached the end of his driveway, he stopped to take a look at his isolated house. He knew he would probably never see him again. He tried to remember everything worth remembering about that house, but couldn't. Life was just a routine for him, although today would be very different. Finally something to look forward to. He looked back at the quiet town, realizing he hadn't met anyone here. As long as he could remember, he hadn't seen anyone he cared about. Drenched, the man arrived at the general store and immediately locked eyes with the store owner. He quickly looked away and continued towards one of the islands, 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 downcast look he'd just had and began removing what seemed to be random items from the shelves until he ran out of hiding places. He grabbed a large tray of soft drinks and headed towards the exit without wasting any time. The owner was waiting there, armed with a beat up old baseball bat. The man seemed surprised for only a second and continued toward the exit. As he tried to pass the owner, the owner pushed him to the ground where he remained... in the middle of a paper... lit. Roger Parton? » he asked suddenly. The still confused man responded slowly. "Yes." “From what I’ve been told, you attacked three people today, including a local police officer.” “I don’t remember,” he said softly, as if embarrassed. “You’re nervous.” Severson remarked after noticing Parton's shaking. Parton groaned. “Look, we already know what you did. I just want to know why you did this. » Parton's tremors became more intense and her face was full of pain. Parton, are you okay? Can we get some help here please? Severson shouted. A first aid team quickly intervened but it was too late. Parton was face down on the table. Upon further investigation, a used needle was found under the seat of the stolen car. Never again would he wake up to his alarm and stare at that wall and wonder why his lonely life was worth living..