Printed

Four - Black Vickler

It's been 3 days since my mate rejected me.

3 days of sitting in my room contemplating life.

3 days of absolute nothingness.

Before I met Him I had at least half of myself. Now it's like he took that half with him when he left. It hurts. Does he not know what being Mates means? Is it me? Is something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Im one of the only Printed to look exactly like my first body. Most change their features to what they want.

I didn't. I still look like I did before I became Printed. Just less sick. If it wasn't for my health and my eyes I would look like a Born. But my eyes aren't my fault! All the Printed have these eyes. Eyes that look like a night sky. At least they look like that after you find your Mate. Before you find your Mate they look more grey. Dull. I wonder what they look like now...

Standing from my spot by the window I make my way to the small Vanity in the corner. The girl I see in the mirror.... she looks like the body I buried 117 years ago. My cheeks are starting to hollow out, my normally ivory skin looks waxy and sick. There is no color. My Black hair that used to flow around my hips with a life of its own looks like it's never been washed....

My eyes, my eyes are the worst part. They've sunken in a sickly way, the color that was once just a plain dark grey is fading to white, soon I will look like I have no pupils. People would call me a MisPrint. Demand I get a new body to fix the mistake. Or they'll know my mate didn't want me. They'll be ashamed of me. I can see why he doesn't want me. This is what he sees when he looks at me.

Wallowing in my self pity I don't notice the King enter my room. That is, until he is right behind me. Not only am I dying, but i'm losing my edge. Soon I will be completely useless. I'll lose my place as the Head of Council. Shaking my head I turn around to face the Dimitri(The Kings first name.)

I can see in his eyes that he realizes. He knows my Mate left me. The tears fill my eyes and as my best friend wraps his arms around me I finally break down. I finally let myself go and mourn the loss of the future I looked so forward to having. Sobbing into his suit I let him lift me into his arms. I let him take me to the couch and just hold me. Just comfort me.

I know that if I make it through this I will regret letting him see me in such a weak state but right now it doesn't matter. My Mate left me. I don't even know his name. I don't know his age. I know nothing about him. I know nothing about him. I know nothing about him. The sentence echos in my head and with each repeat the sadness I feel leaves me and rage takes over. How DARE he leave me?! I know I'm a Printed and he is a Born but this isn't fucking Romeo and Juliet! There is nothing wrong with a Printed being with a Born! The Printed go live on the Compound all the time!

In my fury I push myself away from Dimitri and stalk towards the window. This window. It ruined everything! The fucking thing is designed to keep assassins out! Grabbing my blade from where I dropped it 3 days ago.

Shaking I lift it, swinging and striking the glass. As glass flies in every direction I collapse on the plush carpet feeling drained. I can feel tiny shards digging into my legs, but it doesn't hurt. I feel it but it's numb. Like my legs have fallen asleep and I've drug a nail over the skin.

I stare at the window in desperation. I'm so desperate I swear I see him cautiously climb through. So desperate that I can almost hear his deep voice complaining about the closed window. So desperate I almost...... Wait.....

Blinking rapidly I stare at the man standing in front of me. From his red hair to his muddy combat boots. He came back? I hear footsteps behind me but I can't bring myself to look away from my Mate. He however looks away from me to look over my shoulder.

Hate and disgust cloud his features as I feel hands come down on my shoulders. All I can see is Him. My Mate. He is the last thing I see as I fall into nothingness. 

"Son." Is the last thing I hear.