The Tattoo

Chapter two;

I wake up at the sound of a breaking glass. I find myself lying in someone else's bed. Then I remember that I slept beside Matt last night, because he couldn't sleep. I stand up and hurry to see where the sound of glass breaking came from. I head to the main room then to the kitchen, only to find a frightened looking Matt, standing there frozen like he's paralyzed. He's only moving his pupils. And all the shattered glass surrounds his feet. For a second I get really scared, that is until I see what he was looking at, and I burst out out of laughter. I walk towards Matt, he slowly looks up at me and says: "Don't move." I assume he hasn't seen a bug before in his life because the way he's reacting implies that.

"Hey, it's okay. It's only an insect." I say putting my hand beside the bug so it would move onto it. I have seen these kind of insects like three or four times in my life. The first time; I got really scared because I didn't know what it was. The second time, however, I'd decided to try and touch and I did. Then whenever I see one of those, I think of it as a good omen.

"Look, it doesn't do anything." I say bringing it closer to him. "Do you wanna hold it?"

"Uhh...I don't know. " he says moving backwards.

"When I was younger, I got really frightened when I first saw these bugs, but then I'd say that whenever I see one of those that it was going to be a good day. And actually luck was by my side those days. " I say smiling. "Do want to hold it now?"

"Umm...okay." He says but before I hand it to him, the small red and black dotted creature flies away. "Oh man."

"It's okay. At least we know today is going to be a lucky day." I smile. "Now go from the other door so I can clean up the broken glass"

"I'm sorry for breaking the plate. "

"It's okay. Don't worry about it. " I smile at him as he exists the kitchen.

That's the first time that I've seen a bug in the Body. I used to see them outside but barely. Matt doesn't go outside very often. And because of that he has seen his first bug at the age of eight.
As soon as I finish cleaning the floor, I open the bag of food I've taken last night to make breakfast for the Body. I remember when Jace and I used to make breakfast. That was until he got his tattoo, then we never saw him again. That thought almost brings me to tears. Almost. But then again, why should I be sad? He's the one who chose not to visit us again. And I hope that this isn't the case because I keep telling myself that he isn't allowed to visit his old Body, and perhaps this is the reason. But how would I know? I'm still eighteen and I still haven't got my tattoo yet. Two weeks until I turn nineteen. I don't think it will appear by then.
No. I can't say that. Some people got their tattoo on their last day as an ill-defined. (referring to people under nineteen as ill-defined, which means not clear. As in not clears what their purpose is. Which I think is stupid. They make us wait 19 years to learn if we have a "purpose", and I might add, there's a little chance of that). I have to stay optimistic.

God, I miss Jace. He's four years older than I am. He was always by my side. He helped when They cut my leg off. Jace liked building things, and as soon as he had the fitting equipments and knowledge, he built me a metal leg. And whenever he had the chance, he would make upgrades to it. He deserves to be a part of the royals. He's a hard worker, he's smart, and he loves helping people. Aren't those the qualities a chosen-one should have? Being a doer, having the intelligence, and always offering help. But do the royals help others? Do they actually care about others? Or just about themselves? Are the inferiors supposed to be satisfied with the conditions we're living with? Because I know for a fact; I'm not.