Your Mark On Me

Chapter Of The Ultimate Third Wheel

Anxiously tapping my foot on the ground my mind wanders as I stare at the whiteboard impatiently waiting for class to end. Then I heard it the faithful bell that releases me from this hell hole.

As I walked down the halls my only friend Varian came up from behind me. His black hair perfectly gelled back as always and his piercing brown eyes assessing me.

"Excited for the weekend?" Varian asks.

"Well knowing me it's not going to be very eventful," I say as I rub my arm.

"Stop worrying about it Nellie, you'll find your soulmate eventually."

I inwardly laughed, Varian had already found his soulmate and they were perfect for each other. I guess that's why it's called a soulmate.

Speak of the devil, Blake came from behind and placed his arm around Varian.

"Sup Nel?" Blake asked nonchalantly.

Varian's cheeks started to blossom red as Blake put his arm around him. I felt a smirk tugging at my lips as I looked at the two of them. They were lucky to have found each other.

I was interrupted in the middle of my thoughts by a strand of my hair falling in front of my face. I quickly brushed it out of my face in annoyance.

"I better get going nerds I have to do my homework and cook dinner," I said in a bored tone waving goodbye I walked out of the doors of prison.

Not before I heard a very obnoxious "Bye!" from both Varian and Blake.

I jumped down the steps as I rushed to get home. I fumbled for my earphones so I can keep myself occupied with music.

As I walked I hummed the song that played not really paying attention to the people around me. I just stared at the sidewalk and watched the pavement move beneath my feet.

Eventually, I arrive at my home. It's not really that much of a home though not really.

Ever since my dad left with his soulmate and left my mom broken hearted she didn't like to stay at the house a lot.

Maybe it reminded her too much of my dad and all the memories.

So instead she chose to devote herself to her work. She usually came back late into the night and left early in the morning.

I opened the door and yelled into the empty house, "I'm home!"

I was met with silence just like always.

Another strand of hair fell in front of my face. I have always kept it super long even though it annoyed the hell out of me.

I suppose some people would like to have long hair like mine but I was always really unhappy with it. I never kept it the same colour for long. Currently, it was dyed a pale blue.

I chucked my backpack onto the ground and as my stomach grumbled in hunger I walked into the kitchen to get a snack.

I poured myself a glass of chocolate milk and sat down at the table.

I looked down at my arm it was blank. Usually, words were scribbled across it in perfect handwriting, usually random words, reminders but sometimes they were beautiful phrases about things they dreamt and things they wanted to do.

Anything someone draws on their arm their soulmate will get on their arm also. These people are perfect for each other and are commonly referred to as soulmates. Scientists have tried to figure what it is. What connects two people together, what makes them perfect for each other in essentially every single way. Sometimes soulmates find each other and just become friends, or they meet and never do anything. People sometimes fall in love with someone who isn't their soulmate. Maybe they abandon their family or stay with their spouse. Most however never do find their one perfect pair and are left alone in the world knowing that someone was made just right for them.

Currently, I was one of those people.

I sometimes wished I could make that connection go away.

I growled at my frustration and decided to distract myself.

So I did my homework. Most teens would choose to hang out with their friends but I didn't have any of those bedsides Varian who was probably hanging out with Blake. If other teens didn't have friends they might play video games. Sure they're fun but I want to get as far away from here as possible. To do that I need to get good marks so I can leave this city.

So I finished all the possible homework that I could and by the time I finished it was past six. So I decided I should probably make dinner.

After I boil the pasta I make two plates one for myself and one for my mom. I always leave a plate for her and by the morning it's gone, clean and back in the cupboard. One of the only things that prove my mother is still alive.

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After I finished my dinner to cure my boredom I start washing the dishes despite the fact we have a functioning dishwasher. The smell of herbal dish soap and the sound of running water drumming against the sink eventually lulls me into a blank state. My mind wanders as I think about the future.

I reach for another dish but my hands grab at nothing. I snap out of my daze and suddenly realize that I've run out of dishes. I dry my hands with our soft bright pink dish towel.

I can't find anything else to do so I lay on the ground. There's no one here to stop me so why not. I spread my arms and legs out like a starfish and stare at the plain white ceilings above me.

Perhaps maybe I could talk to them. My soulmate that it, they had tried to do it a couple of times but I never wrote back.

I got up and opened my door to my bedroom. I sat down at my desk and looked behind the many stacks of paper piled up on my desk. Eventually, I found my favourite blue pen behind the mess and uncapped it with my teeth.

The pen hovered above my arm. I sat there for who knows how long with a stupid pen above my arm trying to figure out the right words. I got frustrated and screamed. The pen flew halfway across the room as I hurled it and clattered to the floor.

I couldn't let myself get distracted.

I couldn't let myself get involved and attached.

I needed to get out.