Written In Ink

Chapter 4

Chapter by nightsky_31_
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Ellie's POV

I hear my alarm go off, waking me from my sleep. Reluctantly, I get up and get ready for school. I go downstairs and see my mom passed out on the couch with her computer and papers. I hate when she pushes herself too hard. Besides, it's my fault that dad is not here anymore. I wish she could see that.

I hate to make her upset, but screw eating. I walk outside and feel a tugging in my wrist. My soulmate must be really clumsy, because they always are getting hurt. At least I hope it's clumsiness.

When I was in elementary school, I was always looking for my soulmate. However, now that I'm entering high school, I decided that love is for people who deserve it, and I don't even come close to that. I make people run away. If I wasn't like this, I would still have a father.

I keep up this thought process until I get to the school. I walk in faking a smile, ready to start this hell hole.

I got transferred to a new school because they changed the school zone. That's fine with me because my 'friends' were fake and probably hated me.

I walk into the office. It's quite, peaceful, and nice compared to my last school. "Hi, ma'am! You must be the new student?" I nod. "Okay, we will get a student ambassador for you. Just sit tight and I will call him down."

I nod and awkwardly sit down, roll up my left sleeve, and trace my soulmate mark. It's elegant and peaceful.

A minute or two later I feel a weird feeling on my mark. It feels really weird and I hate it, so I stop touching it. Thankfully, the feeling ended.

"Okay, ma'am, he's on his way," says the receptionist. I pause for a moment to say thank you. She nods and walks to the back.

I feel someone sit on me. Again. I am sick of this, so instead of being surprised, I push them off. He starts to mumble apologies, but I am so sick of everything today, including myself, so I scream at him.

"WHAT IS YOUR-" I freeze. I know this boy.

"Lapdancer?" I ask

"Ellie?"

It only took about .05 seconds for us to burst out laughing. Then the doofus fell off the bench. I was laughing so hard I snorted. Whoops. We start laughing even harder, and I meet him on the floor.

"So I see you two have gotten to know each other," says the receptionist when she walks in.

I look at Lapdancer pointedly. "You could say that," I say with my signature smirk.

"Jacob will be showing you around today," said the lady, "y'alls schedules are almost identical." Note to self his name is Jacob. I guess I must be be mumbling, because Lapdancer looks at me like im crazy. Then the lady hands me my schedule.

"So, are you gonna take me to class or what?" I say with a smirk.

We walk to the door and he goes to open it. He idiotically bows down and says, "Right this way, Piglet."

He is such an idiotic Golden Retriever. I go to smack him on his head, but he dodges. We laugh as he says,"Welcome to Summeridge High School. Otherwise known as hell on earth."

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Somehow we made it to the end of the day with no problems. We were silently walking out when he said something about how there's letters in math but no numbers in English. He most likely forgot about how numbers are in everyday English because of his golden retriever ADHD mind.

"There are numbers in language arts, doofus," I laugh.

"Oh, I forgot."

"Your going to do that a lot, aren't you? Say the most random things?"

"Oh, yeah, probably. I have ADHD." I look at him for a second, thinking about how my dad had ADHD and so does my best friend. I realize I'm probably staring at him and nod.

"Okay then," I say, "I could get used to that. One of my best friends is the same way."

We share a smile before falling back into silence. I pull up my sleeve and start to trace my soulmate mark. Then he starts to become one with his golden retriever self by itching his collarbone like a madman. I give him a look that only people who have ADHD friends or insane friends would understand.

"You good?" I said, fearing for his mental health.

"Y-yeah," he managed cheeks burning. I shake my head and roll down my sleeve. Thankfully, he quits scratching.

I let out a heavy sigh and hold out my phone for him to give me his number. He looks at me all confusedly. Ugh, I will never understand men.

"Your number, Jacob!" I say. Gosh, he's an idiot.

"Oh, whoops," he nervously took my phone and plugged in his number. He gives me his phone and I put my phone number. It's hard not to notice how cracked his phone is. He must be almost as clumsy as my soulmate.

While in the happy mood we take a fun selfie with are tongues out. His dark ash brown hair in stark contrast to my ombre purple hair. His brown eyes sparkle a lot when he smiles.

He parts ways with me and I go back to my usual thoughts. Jacob was right though, that place was a hell hole.

Now that school is done, I can finally go home and finish all the homework that they gave me. Homework is kind of useless to me. I know all of it already, because all I do is study.

Once I get home I scavenge for some food in the kitchen, but instead of finding a snack on the counter I found a note.

I will be working late all this week if you need to talk. I am only a phone call away. - Love Mom

Great. One of the things I hate more than myself, an empty house. I will just do all my homework so it won't bother me all week.

/time skip/

Finally its all done an hour later. I feel a tug on my wrist, but it's not like earlier. Earlier it was just itchy, now it's a sharp tug. My soulmate must be really clumsy.

I push that thought aside and get up to look around my room. That's if you could even call it that. It's more like a prison to me. I mean it's a nice and a lot of people would probably think its cozy, but to me its cold and reminds me of how I make my mom's life a living hell. Everything turned blurry and faint and I could hear the voices coming back.

Weak.
Useless.
Kill yourself.
No one likes you.
You hurt the people around you.
No one needs you.
If you where strong you wouldn't be crying.

I wipe my tears and walk calmly to the bathroom. I need to get rid of the voices. I close the door and franticly look for my razor.

Worthless.
Pathetic.
Needy.
Horrible.
Your dad would still be with mom if it wasn't for you.

I look down at the razor and raise my right sleeve. There I see many years of failure. But you said you wouldn't do it. You said you didn't want the voices to win. I nod. Maybe that voice is right.

I open the door and rush past the pictures hanging on my wall. All of them look down at me like I'm a pathetic bug.

With the voices still chanting and my tears running like a faucet, I close my door and curl into a ball on my bed. Slowly the room goes dark as I drift into another night of restless sleep.
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Hey I guess this is an author's note. And I have to put this in here because GB5 told me to. Me and GB5 make these together and it's a team effort. So even if you read this on my account or her's it will still be both of are stories. So that's it have a good day/night 🌙 nightsky_31_ out! Love you my humans!!!