I was laying on my bed, still lost in thought as I sighed deeply. I felt like I was still half there and half not. I could still hear and see everything, but I wasn't quite comprehending it as I was too overwhelmed with thoughts of my soulmate to be focusing on anything else right now. Hell, I'm surprised I even noticed that the front door had opened. I heard the creek of the old hinges. Recognizing that someone or other was trying to sneak in. Who the hell was in my house? I tried to think of the best way get out of the bed with out making any noise. My whole body flung upwards. I ended up hitting my forehead against the top bunk of my bed, my hand jerked to my head, as I cursed loudly, my voice echoing through out the house. I quickly realized how loud I was, clasping my hand to my mouth as my eyes went wide. I pulled my hand away from my mouth, rubbing at my forehead. "Christ." I muttered quietly. I inched off of the bed, being careful not to hit my head again. "Goddamn bunk bed..." I gritted my teeth roughly as I continued to rub at my forehead. I loved that bunk bed but hated it at the same time. It was some inner conflict I had. I remember how mad Kennedy got when I stole the bunk bed to put in my house. We had fought over the whole day, but in the end I won with a fantastical game of Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock. It never fails, she always goes for lizard and of course I go with scissors, decapitating her poor pathetic lizard. She makes the same mistake every time, I'm surprised she hasn't caught on by now. All in all, the point is I won the bed fair and square. And sure, it's a little childish (maybe more than a little...) that I sleep in a bunk bed, but I like it, so here's a big fuck you to any one who does not approve of my sleeping arrangements.
I focused back at the task on hand as I snuck towards my door, My pale skinny fingers reaching out to grip around the cold metal doorknob. I snuck out down the hallway, entering the living room to see the front door was closed and there was no one. I straightened out my posture slowly, so I was no longer bent over in a sneaking position. As I walked towards the door, I hadn't noticed the pitter patter of feet sneaking up on me. Suddenly, I felt two hands grab at my arms, a quiet 'boo' made its way out of the strangers lips. I nearly jumped out of my skin, spinning around quickly to defend myself. My arms crossed over my face in an attempt to protect myself, my postion was tense as my eyes shut, I slowly peeked one open and then the other as I realized who it was. I let my arms fall to my side, standing more relaxed. I sighed, inhaling deeply. "Don't ever....do that again." I put extra emphasis on the second word. The girl in front of me chuckled, her think pink lips forming into smile. It was like looking into a mirror, the same black hair, the same dull grey eyes that stared back at my own. Having an identical twin was weird. Every time I looked at her, it felt like I was staring at myself. We even had some of the same mannerisms. When we were nervous, we tended to bite our bottom lip until it was bleeding, gushing out the warm red liquid. Or when we were lying we would fidget a lot, moving our hands in all different directions. Tapping our feet like our lives depended on it. The weirdest part though, were the times when she knew exactly what I was thinking. It creeped me out honestly. I could the same thing with her, it was like we had this weird twin telepathy thing going on.
I shifted my weight onto my other leg as I put my left hand on my hip, she did the same, but in the opposite direction. That was one of the only differences between us, she was right handed and I was the odd ball in the family, having been left handed. Now when going into appearance differences we didn't have many, like I said before it was like looking into a mirror. The only difference being her long hair. It went down to her rear, probably even a little longer, she usually wore it back in two ponytails, as she did now.
I laughed along with her, returning the smile she had so kindly shown me. "Kennedy, why are you here?" I chuckled out.
"Because...I felt like visiting?" She looked at me like it was a no brainer, but the tone in her voice told me she was here for something. "Is there something wrong with a girl wanting to see her brother?" She asked, pulling me into a hug, before moving back to her original position.
"No, but-" my sentence was cut short as she noticed the drawing I forgot I had put on my arm just a couple minutes ago. I had washed off the flower and replaced it with something else.
"What is that?" She pointed at the said drawing in question.
"A heart." I shrugged, looking over at it. It was much more than just 'a heart.' In my eyes it honestly meant the world. I had tried to create the drawing my parents had told me my soulmate drew. Just as a sort of remorse thing. Something to show I cared. I stared at the heart a little longer, the words were on it as well just how my soulmate had written them. 'I lov u' a smile etched its way into my face, oh what I would do, to be able to meet them one day.
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Romance"I don't like you like that. That's it. We are not meant to be! It was just stupid mistake that the universe made." In a world where marking's that are made on your skin appear on your soulmate's as well, it's hard to accept the fact that you might...