Souls

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Trying to stay up past midnight while on a sedative is super hard. Drugs are a hell of a drug kids.

Even with the excitement of what was happening i passed out at 10:30, about 2 and a half ours from being officially 18, but i mean, its not like my mark is going anywhere.

With that thought in mind i head to the bathroom to complete my morning routine, focusing on not looking at my wrist.
So after taking a piss and washing my hands i take my time fixing my shoulder length, bright red hair to mostly be on the left and putting on some makeup so i dont look quite as much like a naked mole rat as i do without.

Making my way into my room i get into my outfit for the day, a giant black sweater that is cut low to show off my moth chest piece and a high waisted pair of black shorts with fishnets underneath.

Forcing myself to wait until i get to the table where no doubt my family is waiting anxiously for the announcement on who is apperently perfect for me. I walk down the staira, jumping from the bottom two and walk into the kitchen. Im slow to register the looks on my family's faces as i sit, right wrist out name down on the table.

"Good morning Hales!" My dad says in the chair next to me, glancing curiously at my wrist before turning back to finish his last bite of breakfast. My mother turns from the stove, gretting me before turning back to finish washing the dishes breakfast created.

"Mornin' Dad. I fell asleep early last night, so it looks like we are gonna follow tradition today." I say turning towards him, happy about the smile on his face.

Every generation in his family had waited until there mark came in and saw it for the first time with their family, i guess he's excited to pass on the tradition, considering im his only child.

"When do you wanna do it, honey?" He says, gripping my wrist, eyes showing with excitement.

"Whenever you're ready." I say anticipation building in tandem with my heart beat

My mother turns to witness as my father counts down.

"3."

"2."

"1."

I take one glimpse at the name on my wrist before confusion takes over my face.

Afterall, i never knew Christopher Thomas Cerulli would be a popular name.

"Do you know him?!?!" My father says questioningly, looking at the emotions on my face.

" I know OF someone with this name, but theirs no way its him. This is real life. People like me dont just end up with their favorite celebrities, i mean just look at me, im far from anything that should be his soulmate." I say, turning my head down to my lap ans pressing a button on my phone, bringing up my lockscreen, a picture of the man in question.

"Stuff like that doesn't happen. This is real life." I add, before unlocking my phone, and doing what just about everyone else does to find their soulmate, i take a picture of my name, and post in on instagram, captioning it 'Anyone recognize the handwriting? #soulmark'

I take the plate of bacon from my mom and lock my phone, resigning myself to a long wait.