Short Stories

Hidden

We are born with milky white blood. And as we commit crimes, we get darker blood. I'm only  twenty and a junior in college. My blood was a light pink. As you can tell, I don't commit crimes very well. One mishap and your bosses can see you committed a lot of crimes. Why take that risk? So here I am, continuing my school career, wondering who else is closer to white and those who are closer to dark.

I made my way through class and fifth hour came. I walked into see my professor talking to the principal and a tall boy. He was handsome. Black hair that curled at the nape of his neck. Blue dazzlingly eyes that found me. They brighten cosiderably.

I smile and he smiled back. Our world was different. We can find our soulmates by one look. And here was mine, then I saw his finger. A silver ring glinted. Pain and rejection shot through me. His eyes caught what I looked at and they darted back to mine, his eyes pleading. I shook my head and took off back out the room. Footsteps echoed behind me, but I knew this school better then he. I found a small enough corner and wedged myself into it. Holding my breath as he jogged by. His footsteps ceased to a walk then he stopped.

He came to where I was, but I couldn't see him. "Hey..." was all he said. Tears ran down my cheeks and I didn't utter a sound. He sighed and came to where he was visible. "Hey, I know where you are and please let me explain. It looks like a wedding ring because it's my mothers. I didn't want to lose it and I didn't have a chain. She had the feeling I would find my soul mate today." He rambled, his words easing my anxiety and pain.

"So..so you accept me?" I choked.

He grinned and nodded. I snaked out and hugged him. His body warm against mine.

3 Year Later

Things have been going good. After our last year of college we got engaged. Within this year we had just gotten married. What I have noticed  is that neither of us know the color of blood we have. Frowning, I made my way to make coffee, to start our day. He came in yawning and stretched he wrapped his arms around me and his chin on my shoulder. Laughing lighyly, I stroke his arm and continuing making his coffee.

"I love you." He murmurs. I smile.

"I love you too." I replied. He unwinds himself and turns around. He yelps and I swivel around. He had cut himself against the counter. His blood... his blood was black. Gasping, I look at his eyes. They are filled with so much... confusion?

"What did you do?" I quietly ask.

He shakes his head, looking terrified and thoughtful. Then a smile appeared and amusement colored his eyes.

"Babe, I have not paid for music since 2006." He says.

I snort out a laugh, it being so bizzar. "That's a crime?"

And we both burst into laughter. That's going to be an interesting story to tell his boss.