Purple Hearts

Prologue

It started a couple weeks ago. I was taking a shower when I noticed it. The red ink on my wrist that read the words "Homework due Friday". I dismissed it as a reminder I gave myself, and completely forgot about. But then it happened again a couple days later. The same red ink at the exact same place on my wrist, but this time it was a random doodle of dragons and fire.

Embarrassed and a little creeped out, I scribbled out all the doodles with a pen and used my sleeve to cover it up the rest of the day. When I got home, there were more writings on my wrist. Stuff like "What is going on?" and "Who did this?"

I decided to play along this time. Clearly, someone was writing on my wrist. Maybe every time I fell asleep in class someone messed with me. I wanted to scare them the next time it happened, so I wrote "STOP writing on my arm!" in big bold letters.

That's when I saw it. Right in front of me. The same red ink being written right in front of me. Basically magic. No one but me was here to do it, and I just sat and watched.

"You too! Who ever you are." The red ink said.

"The names Lance, and I don't know what is going on, but its creeping me out." I wrote under the red ink. I made it tiny but legible so there was room for more.

There was a second before the unknown person replied. "Well sorry for doodling on my arm. It wasn't nice of you to ruin it though."

"It wasn't that good of a dragon anyway."

Before the person replied I watched as the red ink on my wrist melt away, like they were washing it off. The blue ink stayed though, so I went to the closest sink and washed it away too. Now my wrist was clean again.

The red ink started writing again. "I'm going to pretend I didn't see that." It said.

I laughed to myself, thinking of how crazy this whole thing is. I'm literally talking to someone from my wrist, and I don't even know who they are. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Keith."

It's a nice name, I thought to myself. It made me smile a little. "Well hi Keith." I wrote. "I guess you're a student?"

"Yeah college. How did you know?"

"You wrote that reminder about homework on your wrist. By the way it's due Friday."

"Oh thanks." Keith replied. "Are you a student too?"

I thought for a moment before replying. This 'Keith' person is a complete stranger that I am writing to via my arm. So, would it be safe to tell him things like this? I mean, he could be some stalker or murderer. Fuck it. "Yeah totally." I wrote.

"What school? I go to Hillcrest."

"WHAT? No way dude I go to Ivybrook! That's like a couple miles away!"

"Oh cool." Keith wrote back. Very underwhelming if you ask me. This dude seemed kind of chill, which would take some getting used to. After all, it's not like I can just ignore the guy writing on my wrist.