Shitttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!! I breath in pain. I didn't know I had a cut there, I said to myself, instanly regretting putting soap in my hands.
Owwwwwwwwwe!!! Fuuccck the horrid pain, worse than a paper cut!!! I rub my hands under the water gooooooooooo! Leave soapy pain!!!!
I back up and trip over the toilet and land in the tub. Ow! Shit Fuck celery sticks I think I just died
I rub the back of my head and climb out of the tub.
Soon after I leave for my first hour class. As I grabbed my car keys I feel a sharp stinging pain in my ribs and my skin tightening around an area of my forehead
I rush to my car and drive to the hospital in the heat of the moment, obviously not thinking about the pros and many cons about driving in my current condition.
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After uncomfortable driving I finally get to the hospital across town, speedy driving and breaking the law is funner than you think.
I go to the emergency room.
After four hours of awkward scans and tests, you are diagnosied with PIR, which you learn that day is Partner Injury Reflection.
"The symptoms may include marks, scabs, scars, pen or marker marks, non self induced thoughts or actions and non self influenced injuries." The doctor explained.
So where is all that coming from?
You ask
"Well, dear, your partner, or future partner." She said as though she thought it was a trick question.
Oh, so some random mysterious force is just fucking telling me who I will be with, well that's completely normal, what the shit! I thought
"If you have any questions you have our service numbers you can call me at any hour." She stated and politely hush me out of her office.
Hi, my name is Scar, and this is the story of how I met my match marker.
YOU ARE READING
Match Marker
HumorScarlet was never keen in the idea of companionship, in any form of way, that is until she starts getting marks on her body and thoughts and ideas she never would have had. What are these coming from? She has no fucking idea.
