When I was seven, my soulmate must have gotten chicken pox, because I had them, but when my mother took me to the doctors, she was told that nothing was wrong with me. It was kind of fun during those two weeks though because we took turns connecting the dots and seeing who could make the best picture. I'd like to believe that I won, as I was able to make a dinosaur. It was very small, but it still counts. I still didn't know their name yet, because they wouldn't write it for me, but that's okay because I had decided that I could wait. However, being only seven, I was unsure as to how long I could actually wait before I grew impatient. As it would turn out, however, I learned that I was avery patient child. My mother tells me all the time that I used to sit on the couch and just watch the clock tick by. I believed something actually was wrong with me, but my mother never seemed worried, so it must not have been a bad thing. It wasn't until four months later that my mom took me to a doctor to get tested for a million different things. Mom said I had to get tested because she was worried that I was having a problem since I also happened to be avery quiet child and I didn't like to play with the other kids on the playground. When mom would take me to the park, I would play on the grass instead of the jungle gym. According to my mother, she thought I was going to grow up alone and depressed. Little did she know, that's exactly what would happen. Anyways, the doctor tested me for almost three hours before telling my mom that I had generalized anxiety disorder, or GAD. Apparently this meant that from then on in my life, I would constantly need medication to ensure that I wouldn't have a mental breakdown. I decided to write this information on my arm, or as much as I could understand of it, to inform my 'soulmate'about what I had so that they wouldn't be weirded out if we ever ended up meeting each other. It wasn't until much, much later in life that I would begin to realize the full extent of my disorders.
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Teen FictionDo you believe in soulmates? Well I do, because I live in a world where soulmates are connected. You feel what they feel, even if you've never met before, and you gain every mark they gain, whether it be bruises, or scratches, or words written on t...