Empty Inking

Chapter 1

Ok so hi! Ive been obsessed with the idea of soulmates for quite a while now. So I'm making this story. Anyway, sorry if the romance is a bit off Im aro so love isnt my specialty Im basing this solely off romance novels. Also apologize for any terrible grammar I may have missed! If anyone would like to edit for me that would be greatly appreciated! I have also decided that this book will be mostly centered around Virgil getting over what happened to him and trying to figure things out.

Warnings-

Strong langue

Abuse

Neglect

Character death? (Kinda?)

Tell me if I missed anything!

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Virgil was 5 when the ink first appeared. A simple hello written in what seemed to be an electric blue marker. The handwriting was messy, indicative of the fact that they were young. He had been homeschooled for as long as he could remember so when he saw the writing and the two other greetings appearing he went to ask his parents. Not before he scribbled a quick hello in response first of course. Rushing down the hall of their small home Virgil slid to a stop on the hardwood before his Mom. His mother was a tired lady with deep auburn hair and dark green eyes so dark they passed for black. Her skin was so pale it almost reflected the sunlight. Virgil had inherited the deep eyes and the pale skin from his mother, his black hair came as a gift from his father.

Mom! Mom! Guess what!? There's magic on my skin! Virgil's voice was filled with excitement as he practically shoved his arm in his Moms face. His Moms expression went from confused and surprised to a dark serious one within a matter of moments. She grabbed his arm looking at it closely before jerking up her son's arm still in hand. She then proceeded to drag him down the hall to his dads office. At this point Virgil was shaking terrified and confused tears leaking from his eyes.

M-Mom! Y-oure hurting me! His voice trembled violently as he spoke. His mother did not spare him a glance but let go anyway letting out a terrifying growled out stay. He obeyed clutching his arm close as his Mother stormed into his Father's office. The tears began to blur his earlier writing. He could feel more words appear but he was far too terrified to look at them. Especially now that they were accompanied by the deep cuts caused by his Mother's harsh grip. He pushed up against the wall sinking down as his breaths became short and gasped as the yelling from within the room his Mother entered began to grow louder. His vision once hazy became spotty and seconds after the door banged open again his vision went black.

Time Skip!

Virgil was yanked back into the world by a burning pain in his wrist. He began to scream as it was worse than anything hed felt before. He tried to jerk away from it, his vision cloudy from just waking up. He found he couldnt and when he could finally figure out what was going on he found he was tied down someone pressing something sharp into his skin. He could feel his soulmates writing appearing on him but he didnt want to look. He passed out again soon after tears streaming down his face.

Time Skip!

(sorry for so many in such a short time that was just important)

Years had passed since their first writing. His parents had locked him away in his room refusing to talk to him. The only time he ever saw them was when they came to give him new textbooks and occasionally food. Anything he could use to write had been taken from him that day. He had eventually learned what was going on through his soulmates conversations. That was one of the things he'd learned they were his soulmates and they thought he was dead. The black rectangle that had been imprinted into his skin was the mark that a soulmate had died. He was crushed by it, them being forced to grieve over him even if he wasn't dead. He had learned their names though it had hurt him even more knowing hed never be able to talk with them. They talked about him a lot though what they thought he wouldve been like. It had been 12 years since then he thought they would have forgotten him but they didn't, he supposed the black mark marring their skin helped. At this point they had begun to speak again.

Good morning kiddos! Patton wrote his handwriting was almost messy loopy but not quite cursive though. It tilted slightly as he wrote the sizing changing drastically even in the short sentence he wrote.

Salutations, Patton I presume you slept well? Logan was the first to respond unsurprisingly he was always punctual to everything. Virgil smiled sadly he loved watching them but it hurt to know hed never be one of them. How was he supposed to get around the whole being dead thing anyway?

Good morning my lovely angels! Roman was next though Virgil had taken to calling him Princy. He was a little late not being the most morning loving person as Virgil had learned. He sighed anyway pulling his eyes away from the writing knowing he had to get up and do his school well if you could call it that. In reality it was just reading for a long period of time as such he hadnt written in years. He assumed that his handwriting was still that of a 5 year old even if his literacy had increased substantially.

Not that it mattered much anyway, he wasnt allowed to write his soulmates. Not that he believed he would ever be able to leave his parents home anyway. He was sure they were going to keep him locked away forever Virgil was sure he didnt want that. He wanted to explore to venture into new places to meet his soulmates. He was terrified they wouldnt like him and the temptation to never talk to them to let them live together happily forever was strong. What if they hate me? What if they dont want to talk to me? What if they refuse to believe Im alive? I mean they think I died 12 years ago. The thoughts constantly swirled around his head never leaving him no matter the time of day.

Virgil was pulled out of his thoughts when the door slammed it surprised him. His mother had left earlier that day and since she shouldnt be back yet he assumed it was his Father. He was almost never left alone in the house. His breath caught in his throat, he needed to try to contact them. He headed to the door to his room trying the door. It was of course locked but that didnt mean he was just going to give up. He pulled out the bobby pin hed stolen weeks back. It was risky but the only thing he could come up with.

Picking the lock wasnt easy and with every passing minute his chest tightened. He could feel the need to curl up to go silent but for now he pushed it away even as it hurt. He managed to get the door open anyway before his parents got home. He pulled the door open, his chest crushingly tight now as he walked the halls. He headed towards his Fathers office knowing something would be there.

Partway there he changed his mind. He spun around racing back to his room on the way he spotted a black bag leaning against the wall. He scooped it up running faster knowing he would need a lot more time if he was gonna do this. He skidded to a halt sliding into his room and stuffing as much stuff as he could. He was out of breath by now after finishing stuffing his bag he pulled the zipper up. The only problem now was money. He may have known very little about the world but he did at least know he needed some money.

He left his room again bag over his shoulder bitch. Moving on to his parents room he took a deep breath before opening the door and going through the room until he found a large wad of bills. He didnt bother looking to see how much it was; he just knew that it was enough. After all his parents were paranoid bastards. He then made his way down the hall pushing open the front door after stuffing the money in his bag of course holding enough to get a bus ticket somewhere. He rushed down the street turning down different roads as he went, hoping to find what he assumed a bus stop to look like pushing away the burning in his eyes. When he found one he got on planning to get as far away as possible. He sat down on the bus leaning his head against the window ready to finally start a new portion of his life.