Written In Ink

Blue

It first started about 3 weeks ago, maybe longer. It started out faded then over the week end it became brighter. Now I can read it. When the first time the red ink showed up on my arm I was on my bus heading home. Slowly I saw this red ink crawling up my fingers. I look around nobody is sitting in the seat with me. I pull up my sleeve to reveal that my whole forearm was covered in the red ink, in beautiful patterns and lettering. To be completely honest I did not know what to do. So I just pull my sleeve back over my arm. When I get off my bus stop and the bus pulls away I look again at my arm, I see quotes and sayings, doodles and swirls.
"What the fuck," I whisper to myself, pulling my sleeve once again back over my arm, I take a intake of the crisp winter air and start heading home.
I use my key to open my front door and I am greeted by warmth of the house, today is Thursday so mom will be out till late at work. I walk over to the back door and let in the puppy. I got Simon (Whatever book character that I enjoy at the moment) Roman, for Christmas from my mom yo keep me company when she works late with her new job. I have only had him for a few months, but I have already trained him to the best of my abilities as an amiture dog trained. I pick him up, the little mutt, and bring him into my room. When I get up the stairs I drop my backpack on the floor and flop onyo the bed. Once I'm lying down I release my squirmy puppy onto my bed. He walks around revisiting his domain, and I sit and watch him. After a wile after watching him fall asleep on the bed I take of my sweater and look at my arm.
YOU CAN MAKE IT

there is light at the end if the tunnel you have just got to make it there.

I have never in my gloryous life heard that last quote, and untill that point i just told myself that i was just doing it in my sleep. Aperantly not.
Then Simon wines for my attention
"Think about it buddy, in a normal week I'd be going to school" I say to him taking him off my ned and carrjng him downstairs to the kitchen, living, entery, room.
"Ugh, to early to eat," I say dramatically. You see when my mom goes to work I usually just make my own microwave meals. I spread out on the couch and turn on the tv. I watch this nexflix show about kids, and space lions, and aliens. After watching all four of the seasons, I remove myself from my warm cocoon of blankets to make dinner. When I take the meal out of the freezer I notice something on my wrist, blood.

(*Hey this is my authors note. Yes the show is voltron. Simons middle name is any simon you want it to be, snow, lewis,ect. If you like it thats kewl...if you dont thats kewl too...I am new at this so if u have any recomendations please tell meh.
Hugs & kisses*)