Imagine a world, where you could see the exact date that everyone was going to die, except yours. You could see the day that your mother, your father, your lover, your sister, your brother, your friends were going to die, but couldn't know how to st...
Have you ever woke up, feeling completely numb for no apparent reason?
I didn't want to open my eyes. Two more days until Paris. Usually, I would've been happier and my bags would've been already packed. But they weren't; and I wasn't planning on doing them either.
When I finally decided on getting up, my head decided otherwise, it started aching. I sat up in my bed with my eyes closed, cringing everytime I felt a pain somewhere. It was like my whole body just told me to stop functioning... But today, I had to do some stuff, and it was not a few aches here and there that would stop me.
As I went down the stairs, I heard a door slam shut and a slight whimper of fear following it. I frowned and looked around to find my sister, she was on the couch, watching television. I sat down beside her and she completely ignored my existence, which confused me.
What the hell is going on?
I cringed again at my use of words. Even if it was in my head, swearing was a rule nobody dared to contradict, but obviously, I had broken that rule many times in my head.
"Lily?" I called, worried about her lack of attention towards me. When I saw her eyebrows knit together, I knew for sure that she was only ignoring me.
"I'm mad at you," She simply replied, with a cute pout on her face. I raised an eyebrow at her and tilted my head to the side a bit, turning her pout into a small smile.
"Why?" I smiled back, knowing my sister couldn't be serious for too long. She wasn't taken seriously when she was mad, she was too cute.
"You know why." She crossed her arms and tried to glare at me angrily, but with the smile following it right after, I knew she would stop her little acting sooner or later.
"Is that a little smile?" I smirked at her, making her place her hands on her cheeks to try and make her smile disappear by pushing it downwards.
"No it's not." She finally let out with a slight giggle.
Stubborn cutie.
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Later that day, I was packing my bags (even if I told myself I wouldn't do it), the pain from earlier no longer was felt and I was quite happy about it.
When I placed the last pair of socks in my suitcase, the sleeve of my jacket uncovered a small part of my skin and I noticed a small symbol on my wrist. There was one horizontal line with four vertical lines and in the middle, two dots. It was a simple, black design that looked tattooed onto my wrist.
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I squinted my eyes at the small drawing, wondering how it got there. I couldn't possibly just wake up with a tattoo on my wrist.
I thought about the familiar symbol for a moment, I was completely sure that I've seen it before, but where?
I heard my door creak open, pushing away all the thoughts about the symbol that had been tattooed onto my wrist. "Rachel?"
"Yes?" I swiftly turned around, managing to push my sleeve down to hide the newfound drawing.
"Angeli is here!" I saw my little sister grin at the nickname she gave to my best friend, also creating another grin upon my features.
"Tell her to come over here, okay?" I took the softest tone I could ever manage, that way she wouldn't ask questions.
"Okay!" She happily smiled and jogged through the halls of the house to meet up with my best friend downstairs.
As I heard footsteps coming upstairs, I tried my best to zip up my bags, the two first were really easy but the last one was another story; it included lots of pulling, pushing, struggling and raging.
When it finally worked, I threw the heavy bag with the two others and let myself fall onto my bed with a sigh.
As on cue, my black-haired friend came in the room, immediately noticing my state and plopping down beside me.
"Nervous?"
"Very." I replied as I struggled to sit up to look at my friend.
"We'll be fine, Rachel." She grabbed my hand and I wiggled it out of her grip with a confused stare.
"No! I'm not scared for us, I'm scared for Lily, Angel. She's staying alone with our parents, they hate her guts." I whispered the last part, because if Lily was listening to us, I wouldn't want her to hear.
"Oh come on, Rachel! She'll be fine!" She gave me a warm smile and I gave in, knowing she was too stubborn to give up. There was a moment of silence before she spoke again: "Can you push up your sleeve a bit?" She said it in such a monotone voice that my eyebrows knit together, and not trusting her, I pushed up the sleeve of the opposite arm of my tattoo.
She glared up at me and looked at the other arm, the one with the tattoo. "This one." She instructed, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
I slowly pushed my sleeve down and glanced up at her with a confused look probably very apparent on my face.
Seeing how slow I was going, she groaned and did it herself, she revealed my right wrist.
I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for her reaction, which didn't occur. Slowly, I opened one eye at the time to see that she was in fact, staring at my wrist with no emotion whatsoever.
I followed her glare and quick enough, my green eyes landed on my previously tattooed wrist, but the drawing was gone.
All the thoughts in my head seemed to bump into eachother, all screaming at me different questions that I didn't have the answer to.
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I haven't updated in ages sorry
I have ideas for the next chapter so it might take less long
