The Lullaby of No Colour [New]

22 - Pain.

Naomi -

I rub my lips in a trance-like state, thinking about how, just a few hours ago, I felt completely wordless. And as someone who thinks and talks more than anyone pleases, this was surprising. What was even more surprising, was how my mark still burned from then. And how needlessly horny I felt.

This whole thing feels a little unnecessary, I don't even- this isn't even-

I sigh, no use fighting it now. I had already explained to my mother the symptoms after the occurrence, and she agreed with my diagnosis. Either I had a fever, which we both knew wasn't the case, I had met my mark.

My mother was both nervous and ecstatic at the news, knowing the pros and cons of finding your match, especially at my age.

I awkwardly think back to our situation, and how she practically prescribed me to masturbate. For some reason, just thinking about that helped snap me out of the ~mood~.

I roll my eyes at the ridiculous notion, before shoving my face into Lamby, my giant stuffed Lamb I had had since I was 12. It was about the size of me when my brother dragged it into my room, claiming he bought it for five bucks from the old lady next door. And the most important cuddle buddy I had.

What about cuddling Yu-
Pure t h o u g h t s.

I groan and huddle under my covers, shoving my weight against Lamby before drifting into a fitful sleep. Dream after dream of Yuki, her beside me in bed, her visiting my house with motorcycle helmet in hand. Her hands on my hips and thighs, and any other place I couldn't imagine wanting someone to touch. Things far too perverted to even comprehend, that I wouldn't have figured I was into.

I wake up drenched in sweat, in the middle of the night, and in gut wrenching pain.

"Bloody motherfucking hell, bitch, hoe-" I cuss, running to the bathroom and hoping I don't drip blood on the floor.

I sit on the toilet cover, checking for blood tentatively. Part of me hoped that this was not happening, the other part hoping it was, becaused if it wasn't, then why the fuck did I feel like someone gutted me?

And, nope. I didn't feel any blood. Just a lot of unreasonable pain.
So what the hell was wrong with me, and why did I feel like absolute shit?

I close my eyes and count to ten before running back to my room and snatching my phone, rolling into a fetal position.

My fingers shake as I unlock it, asking my assistant to call my mother.

~

A warm hand places itself on my clammy forehead, as I struggle not to throw up.

I feel the skin at the back of my neck burn and sizzle, as if it was on fire, and I writhe in pain.

"Mo...mom. What's happening?" I breathe, clasping the sheets in my hands as I toss and turn about, trying to figure out what position, if any, could help make the pain go away. I couldn't do this, it was too much. It hurt too much.

"Oh, baby..." She hums, holding out a water bottle and small red candy coated like pill. "Take it, it'll help." She murmurs, watching as I take the pill, eating the banana she hands me after.

Never take a pill on an empty stomach.

"You know how wolves go into heat, and such?" My mom begins, and I nod.

"Well, when you find your mark and you don't immediately have sex to complete the matching, it'll result in pain for both parties." She sighs, and I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. "The pill I gave you suppresses your mark, it's pretty much birth control but it works very fast. Funny how quickly it took to make suppressors for marks when both women and men feel the pain." She murmurs the last part, mostly to herself than to me, causing a brief moment of understanding before another wave hits me.

"Yuki's my mark? But she doesn't have one..." I start, before recollecting something I had learnt sometime ago.

~

"So you uh... don't have a mark?" I hesitantly ask, his hand clasped around mine as we sat peacefully behind the school, rather than going to the cafeteria for lunch.

"No, no I don't. Both sides of my family are well known for not having marks." Will responds, shifting in his seat.

"Oh, sorry if I'm pushing-"

"You're fine. Yuki doesn't have one either, so I don't feel completely alone." My heart drops, and I can't help but feel confused as to why I was so upset about her not having a mark.

Because you want her to be yours. You feel it.

"Oh." Is all I can muster, before Will clears his throat and continues.

"No, actually she did but... don't say anything, but her ex wasn't exactly a good guy. Right? Well he uh, he cut it from her skin. It was at the back of her neck, too, so she ended up in the ER. Not like her parents cared or anything but... yeah. I- yeah." He huffs, anxious and nervous about telling me.

Yours is at the back of your neck, is that really all you can think about? Disgusting.

"Is she okay now?" I ponder, playing with my skirt.

"Yeah. I got her to go to a therapist, actually. I-I wouldn't tell you all this if I didn't think it would be okay, so don't-"

"I won't tell anyone." I firmly state, a weird feeling bubbling up inside, something indescribable, and gross.