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eyoliam-blog · 8 years ago

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Writing soulmate AU

Every morning I wake up to a new surprise. Yesterday my arm was covered in vibrant red and purple flowers with singing blue birds. Today I woke up to music notes that seemed to make noise and beating hearts. I used to wonder how it got there, but it’s been happening for so long that I’ve just learned to accept it. The first time it happened I wondered if I was going insane, but everyone else could see it so I’m not imagining it. Then I started to think that I draw on myself while I sleep, but I never have anything to draw with near me and I can’t draw even a stick figure to save my life. So I thought that my little sister might be drawing on me, but she’s been at summer camp for the past few months.

My summer has been boring so far. I’ve just been catching up on all the shows I used to watch and playing football with my friends. I’m glad that I don’t have summer school this year and can just focus on relaxing before school starts up again. I still have to go to work a few days a week, but it’s not that bad, I get to talk to people and get out of the house for a while. Still, The Scorpion has it’s limits for fun. Taking orders and giving people their food doesn’t exactly scream summertime fun.

I get home from work when I notice a note from my mom. She’ll be home late but I shouldn’t worry. She put the leftover pizza in the fridge. I decide to stay up and watch some TV when I notice that the drawings on my arm are gone. I stare for a few minutes. I’ve tried washing them off before, it never works, why did it come off now? My eyelids grow heavy with sleep as I forget everything I was worrying about.

A few more hours pass when I start to feel something touching my arm. What is going on? Is my mom home now? Is a burglar trying to steal my arm and sell it? I slowly open my eyes but there’s no one there. No burglar, no mom, no one, but the feeling on my arm is still there. I look down expecting to see a bug or something on my arm but instead I see a strong proud lion staring intently at me. It’s mane is fluffy and golden and it’s eyes scream strength. But it’s not done yet. Someone is drawing on my arm, but there’s no way someone is in my house right now.

I quickly sit up and turn the light on. There’s no way this is happening. This is insane isn’t it? But I’m not insane, I can clearly see what’s happening and I’m obviously not dreaming. As the spots in my vision slowly disappear I notice that the lines on the lion are getting thicker and darker. Someone is drawing on my body, but how? How could they possibly be drawing on my arm without being here? Is it a ghost? Finally it stops. Two slender brown eyes stare right through me. The mane looks like it’s moving as I go to look it up what’s happening. I can’t be the only one who has experienced this.

After searching on a hundred different websites about drawings appearing on my body with no one around, I have nothing. No one has ever gone through this. Or at least no one on the internet. I’m about to give up when I notice someone on Reddit has asked about weird notes appearing on their arm. They say they will be busy doing something then feel someone writing stuff on their hand, even when there isn’t a person in sight. I scroll down and notice someone had sheet music and lyrics to songs appearing on their stomach sometimes. I look down and see someone asked, “What’s going on?” No one seems to know what’s going on or why.

I tell them my story, about a year ago, a few days after my 16th birthday random drawings started to appear on my arm and they haven’t stopped since. I used to think I was insane or someone was doing it to me but everyone can see the drawings and no one is home when it happens. My eyes start to feel heavy and I can’t do anything else so I decide to just go to bed.

When I wake up the next morning, my mom is shaking my arm, “Vincent, get up your sister is coming home today and we need to pick her up from the airport.” I move at slug speed as I haul my pants on and change my shirt. No time to shower or check my computer. We drive along in silence. No how was work or are you ready for school. She hasn’t even noticed the drawings even though it’s been almost a year. Finally she says something to me, “Do you have work today?” I nod. We don’t say anything for the rest of the trip so I plug in my headphones.

Before I know it I’m at the airport and looking for my little sister Megan. My eyes are scanning the crowd when a guy runs straight into me. He falls down but I barely budge. “I’m so sorry.” he says. “I should’ve watched where I was going.”

“It’s okay,” I stick my hand out for him to take. “Are you alright?” When he puts his hand in mine I notice a little bit of brown and gold marker peaking out from under the sleeve of his shirt.

“I’m really sorry if this sounds strange, but could I possibly see your arm?” My heart starts racing.

“Huh?” He looks down at his arm. “Um...sure I don’t see why not.” He moves his sleeve down to reveal a proud lion with brown slender eyes. The air seems to have left my lungs. I’m so confused. Is this happening to him too? Why does it look exactly like the lion on my arm? His voice pulls me back from my thoughts. “I’m a bit self conscious of my art, but I really like how this turned out. Hey, are you okay?” He gently touches my arm. “You don’t seem so good. Are you sick?”

“I know this is going to sound crazy but just try to listen to me.” He steps back a bit. “Please, I know you have no reason to believe me, but just try to act like it’s possible.”

“Um, I’m sorry but I have to go...I’m going to end up missing my flight.” He starts to walk away.

“Wait!” I grab his arm and turn him around. “Look,” I take my jacket off to show him the same exact lion drawing in the same exact place. “I wake up every morning to new drawings. Last night I woke up and...felt someone drawing this on me, but there was no one there.”

He grabs my arm and compares it with his. “You’re insane. Did you draw this? Did you just escape from an insane asylum or something? Do you really think you can trick me into believing you by showing me a drawing that looks somewhat like the one on my arm? I mean, how did you even know that I was going to draw this on my arm?”

“Please” I say. “I know it sounds crazy. I wouldn’t believe me either but I can’t draw. At all. And it just...shows up! I wake up and it’s there. Please at least let me test something.”

“What do you mean test it?” He looks around. “What are you going to do?” My mind races, looking for an answer. I really didn’t think this through. Then the lightbulb flashes. “Draw something. Anything. If I’m not lying then whatever you draw on your arm will appear on my arm.”

He looks at me skeptically, but agrees. He starts to dig through his bag and pulls out a bright red marker. He scribbles on his wrist and looks at me. I lift my wrist to reveal a heart. He looks down but shows me his wrist with the exact same heart. I freeze.

“I believe you.” He squeaks. “How long has it been happening?” “A little bit after my 16th birthday.” I mumble. “Jesus. You’re only 16?” He looks at me. “No I’m 17. How old are you?” “I’m 20.” He says. “Almost 21. What’s your name?” “I’m Vince-” I trail off as I notice a little ponytail bobbing around in the crowd. “Listen, I’m really sorry but I have to go, I promise I’ll be right back.”

I run over to my sister. “Megan!” I grab her and swing her over my shoulder. “I’m never letting you go to summer camp ever again. Do you know how bored I was without you?” She laughs. “Vinny!” she squeals. “Vinny put me down. I can’t help it you’re boring!” “Did you just call me boring? You go away for a few weeks and all of a sudden I’m not good enough for you?” I put her down and brushed her hair out of her face. “Come on, mom’s waiting for us.” I swing her bag over my shoulder and look for the guy I was talking to but can’t find him. Great I didn’t even catch his name.

Kill me I just realized how much this sucks.

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