Sammy
"Sammy!" She called out. "Mommy needs you to stand by her until we get to the car ok?"
The three year old looks up to his mother as she grabs his hand.
They wait in the long grocery line for the ten minutes, while the boy plays with his moms purse.
Smacking it like a punching bag, soon a pen falls out. He grabs it and starts to scribble like he sees his mom does occasionally.
But on his arm.
"Sammy! Oh no baby, you need a bath!" She grabs the pen from him, and puts it back in her purse.
And on her shoulder he goes.
Mae
"Oh Mae, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" He picks up his little three year old from the mud.
"Look at you! Someone needs a bath!" He zooms her into his house and to the bathroom while she laughs.
Once she is in the bath, and fully scrubbed, something catches his eye.
"Mae what's this? Did you draw on yourself?" He sees the ink drawing and tries to wash it off.
But only one problem, it won't come off.
Worried, he calls his wife into the bathroom to look at it.
"Oh dear, what is this? Some kind of
I don't know vein popping maybe? It can't be pen or marker, it would've been gone by now."
"I'm not sure. We can get it checked our tomorrow maybe just to make sure."
Mae claps her hands in the dirty water.
Her parents looks at her and smile. Their first born. They were new at this parenting stuff.
They grab her from the bath and put her into some PJs. They sit her in her chair for some dinner.
Later on that night her father checked Mae's arm to see if he could try scrubbing it again to get the mark off.
But it was already gone.
Sammy
Sammy almost fell asleep in his bath, waiting for time to get out and into bed. But not before his mother could wash his arm and scrub that ugly pen mark away.
"All gone!" She said and clapped her hands.
Her son sqealed and clapped his hand with her.
Third POW
The mark on Mae's arm might've went away that day. But soon more started to appear.
Her parents couldn't do anything. They brought her to the doctors, and they didn't have a solution for it.
Eventually, they gave up when they realized it wasn't hurting her.
As for Sammy, he continued to draw on himself, and sometimes he too got some weird drawing on his arm.
His family thought it was a skin problem. But his mother knew better. She knew there was nothing wrong with her healthy son.
I mean, at least there wasn't anything wrong with him now.
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My Indents In Your Skin
Fanfiction"When did you write that on your hand?" "I didn't." These markings just suddenly appear from nothing. It started when she was young, all up through her teen years. She's the only one who thinks its normal now. He reads the markings that come onto...
