Scenarios

My Dose

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of my mom's car. She's bringing me and my sisters to school. Without my noticing, my skin goes deathly pale, as white as paper. Suddenly black liquid obscures my vision. "What the-" I start. I lift my hand up to wipe my eyes. When I pull away, I see pitch black ink all over it. It's now that I notice the paper-white quality of my skin. "Uh oh." I say. "That's what I forgot!" "What's- what the hell?" My mom gasps. "What's wrong with you?!" "Don't freak out, I just forgot my dose this morning." I say. I can feel my face, wet from ink beginning to leak through my skin. "What is that supposed to mean?!" She cries. I pull up a small, protective case from the floor and open it in my lap. I keep this with me at all times, just in case. Inside is a syringe filled with writhing black liquid. Ink. Not the kind that's leaking from my skin, but a specially made kind meant to keep this from happening. It only works, though, if I take it every day. I pull out the syringe and put it in my arm. I press the plunger, and watch as the ink drains out. Black veins show up all over my skin as the ink flows through me. My skin goes back to its normal tanned color, and the ink stops flowing from my forehead and eyes. "Ahh." I sigh. Much better. The ink that escaped before is absorbed back in through my skin, leaving no trace of my breakdown. My mom doesn't ask question. She knows I won't answer them. We spend the remainder of the ride in silence.