Ink

She scrolled through her phone as a familiar burning sensation grew on her arm. She smiled shutting off her phone and watched as numbers formed on her arm. She jumped up and scurried to her desk, pulling out a notebook and quickly wrote down the phone number that appeared on her arm.

She opened to the first page of her notebook and read the words she wrote at age 10.

Who are you?

Flipping from page to page was a piece of information about the mystery ink that appears on her arm every now and then.

Athena was only 9 years old when it started. Doodles of circles and squares covered her arm. She decided not to tell her parents to avoid being placed into a mental institution. How would she explain random pen marks appearing on her arm without sounding insane?

For the next year, day after day, she scrubbed new ink off of her arm. She pieced together the information in her mind. Someone else was writing this on their arm and somehow it's being transferred to her's. Eventually she had enough and decided to figure out the mystery behind the ink.

"Dad?" She called to her father.

"Yeah?" He answered continuing to do business work in his study.

"Can I get a notebook from the store?" The ten year old asked her father.

"Here I have one." He placed down his pen and opened the drawer revealing a plain navy notebook. He tossed it to his daughter then went back to work.

"Daddy needs to finish his work so can you go to your room?" The Alpha grumbled.

Athena wanted to moan and cry about how she wanted a pink barbie notebook but instead she nodded and went up to her room. She pulled out her favorite bright pink gel pen and started writing.

She didn't know much about this person but she knew that they were going to be apart of her life for a long time.