Welcome to hell

The scratches

Small marks litter my body but it's 'normal', they say 'don't worry, there ok' but with how meany appear it worry's me. Are they ok? I'm worried for their health I've checked hospitals and had the receptionist  call hospitals from all around the world but I can never find them.

You may be wondering what I'm taking about, but I guess it's conmen sense by now, you know the scratches you get and have no explanation for? That's you soulmate, when they get hurt you may just get a spike of pain, random scar, or you'll get a actual scratch that bleeds.

My soulmate gets hurt often, too often, to the point I can barely count how meany scratches and scars I get a week. I've documented every single one of theses pains, scars, and scratches. I started this when I was 10 years old, as I noticed I got more of these pains than most people my age. So far I've filled 23 and a half note books making 83,096,97 of these pains. They still haven't stoped yet.

I have to find them so I started cutting in to my skin my name, my address, and a question saying "where are you?" I still have yet to get this answer.

But I'm turning 18 tomorrow and the only thing that I have on my wish list is to find them.

The sudden pain in my side bring me out of my thoughts and caused me to squeak and then grab my note book marking 83,096,98.  A sigh escapes my lips.

I sigh and press on with my homework 7x-23=53. I continue to add the opposite and get X=76. My eyes glides on to the next problem, until I feel a prick in the underside of my left wrist. Feeling as if a needle was poked in to my arm. My senses go in to high alert, my eyes widened.

My breath hitched, I concentrated on my body trying to connect to my soulmate beater soon I feel as if stickers are being sewn in to my sides. I shoot out of my chair, it falling behind me on to the carpeted ground of my room, I race downstairs and grab my keys off the counter.

I rush in to my car, not bothering to yell out to my mum, she probably all ready knows what's happened. My car screeches out of the driveway and on to the road, considering my impatience it took what felt like forever to get to the hospital.

The receptionist match my marks with a short girl that had just came in.

That's I found her laying on the bed broken and battered. All of her skates are the same as mine. I run to her side and grab on to her hand and say "oh my gods it's you" but I don't think she can hear me.....

Sorry if it was bad I wrote this on my phone but soon I will have an iPad that I can write on so yay.

Xxx love - author-kun