Words

Chapter 1

The first time the words appeared, I was six. the writing was poor, and the letters were backwards, but I was still intrigued nonetheless. I watched as whoever was doing it scribbled, trying to read what it said. However, being only six years of age, reading was not my strongest point. I was disappointed when the writing stopped, for I wanted to know more about who was behind it. I grabbed the closest thing to me, which just so happened to be a permanent marker might I add, and scribbled back, just to say hello.Of course, I didn't spell hello, because as I said earlier, I was only six years of age, and so my spelling was not very good either. Ithink I instead wrote helo, with only one L instead of two because I did not understand the difference. It was then that my mother caught me with the permanent marker, and proceeded to take it away and send me to my room, for I "should know better than to play with permanent things, especially on myself," as she put it. I had stared at my arm all day, hoping that whoever scribbled the first time would answer, but when mother came to put me to bed that night, there were still no new scribbles. The previous scribbles had disappeared not long after they appeared, but of course mine was still there because as mother put it "when you play with permanent things, you get permanent results." I suppose now, thinking back, I should have listened to her more often than I did, for it may have been helpful back then. As I went to bed that night, I had hoped that come morning I would have a scribbled reply, but was disappointed when I awoke to find that my scribbled HELO was still the only thing on my arm. I do not remember if I wrote anything else, or if I ever did get a scribbled answer in return. My name is Octavian Theodore Brown. Since the age of four, I have been told the stories about the markings that appear. Apparently, they come from my soulmate, whoever that may be. According to my mother, The markings happen to me because they happen to my soulmate. It sucks sometimes because the bruises always hurt a lot and I'll never know how they happened. The scratches are worse, though, because they sting and I can't do anything about them. However, the worst thing about it is that they like to write on their arms, but it's always at the most inconvenient time for me, and sometimes the words are embarrassing. One time, I had to do a presentation in front of my class, and the words started to appear and I had to run out of the room. I was terrified enough to do the presentation, I didn't need the chance of something embarrassing being written at the same time. It's been 10 years since the words first appeared, and I still have yet to figure out who is behind it all, but I plan on finding it out soon.