Some emotions hurt | Newtmas

2. Something horrible

Thomas woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock. It was 6.30 am. "Time to go to school" he mumbles to himself while checking his wrist. At this point it was kind of a habit for him. He'd always check wether his soulmate is still asleep or has alread gotten up, living their day. Today they were already awake because his wrist showed him a nice steady light green. "They must be having a decent morning" he thinks.
He really didnt't want to get up. Wednesdays are long days for him. He stayed in this damned school from 8am to 6pm. It was more than exhausting. He could feel the warm sheets all over him and decided to lay there for just a few seconds lomger. And after those few seconds became minutes he started to slightly panic and he finnally stood up and went for a nice stretch. He felt his muscles aching and his bones cracking.

Like every morning he took fresh clothes out of his closet and walked down the stairs to get to the bathroom.
When the warm water went down his body he could feel himself relaxing. He was to tired to take a shower yesterday. He had an assignment which had taken the most of his energy for the past week.
He was greatful for the shower and after he had cleaned himself he stepped out of the shower with a smile on his face. "Today is going to be a good day" he whispered to himself like a promise while he was looking at himself in the mirror. His freckles slowly come back from the long lasting winter they head. It wasn't even cold but it wasn't warm either. The sun hid under the clouds for the past few months and the warm rays of sunshine came back.

He went back to his room to pack his schoolback. After that he went down again but this time to the big kitchen where his parents where already waiting for him. "Good morning, Thomas. How are you? Did you sleep well?" his mother asked joyfully. "I feel very good" he answred truthfully. His father looked up from his Tablet and raised an eyebrow on him. "And how are they?" he asked while gesturing towards his wrist. He took a look at his wrist a second time this day. The color was still a light green with a bit of purple starting to show up from the bottom of the circle. "They are happy." He smiled at his parents hoping this information was enough. His parents are asking him everyday. Since the thing happened to the daughter of a friend of theirs. They ask every now and then to check. He didn't get to know the whole story of the incident. He just overheard his parents talking about the circle of their daughter going black.

Back in middle school was the first time when they told the kids about the black cirlces. It was something horrible. Everyone knows about it but no one talks about it. He can remember excactly what the scientists that came over to do their Moodcircle Ed said. (These days it is just as normal as sex ed) They said. "When your circle goes completly black. Something horrible happened to your soulmate. With a high probability they passed away. When your soulmate dies you'll feel an immense pain. Your connection is cut." These sentences are burned into his mind and into those of most of the other terrified kids too. There must be nothing more horrible than losing your soulmate.

Since it happend to this girl his mom and his dad were checking on him and his soulmate. They just want to be sure even though they can do nothing. Since that day he is extra careful. Looking two times before crossing the street and not riding the bike without a helmet. Small little things in his daily life which could possibly safe his life.
He does not want to hurt his soulmate at any cost.

After he had a nice breakfast without many conversations, he left for school. His school wasn't the nearest. He had to take the bus for good 25 minutes. But many kids had it worse. Some of them even come to school by train and have one complete hour on it. He was always glad when he thought of it. Waking up before 6am wasn't even an option for him.

He left the house and headed straight to the bus station that was a 5 minute walk away. It was already Autumn so the leaves were falling silently from the trees and it calmed him down rapidly. He figured that it must have rained in the night because the colored leaves on the ground didn't make the exciting crunch they make when they are dry. He also could smell the clean afterrain air around him. He felt calm and happy in this moment.

He arrived early at the bus station and sat down at the little old wooden bench that was placed right next to the busstop sign which was in a need of a reperation. After just a few quick Moments in which he just caught him staring wholes into the air, the bus arrived and he was glad to get into the heated up public transport. It wasn't very full today which was a huge plus for this bus. He already put his Headphones on and sat down at a seat right next to one of the big windows of the bus. Lately he was listening to many songs he had already listened to at least a hundret times. Relistening your old music was sometimes even better than discovering new stuff. At least in his opinion.

A realativly short bus ride later he arrived in front of his big school building. With his Schoolbag on his back and his headphones in he headed across the big place where all the kids hung out before and after school. He went straight into the building and to his first class. Two lessons of boring english literature would definetly kill him if his best friend Minho wasn't there. After spotting Minho in the last row of the small room he fell down on the chair next to him. "Hey you shank! How dare you sitting down next to me. Maybe the space was reserved for a special someone!" he said, pretending to be upset about it. But then he started laughing and I started too. "Good Moring to you, too." Thomas told him still grinning.

They continued talking for a little while but class started and they had to stop. Their english teacher was never happy about conversations that had nothing to do with any of those old books they had to read monthly. It was always best not to tangle with her at all. She was one of those teachers that were actually respected by the students but not because they earned it and were good teachers but rather because they were one of the teachers with the most power and everybody was too scared to do anything. No one wanted to risk a month of detention just for talking in class. That poor kid last week got 2 weeks detention just because he drank in class without asking the teacher for permission first. Some teachers just became teachers to torture children and they are not even sublte about it.

The rest of his day was just as boring as english literature. When he finally got home he fell straight into bed, well knowing that he still had to do a lot of homework for tomorrow.
He sat at his desk when he took a look on his wrist. The color was a high saturated gradiet bewteen purple and blue. His soulmate was scared and sad? Were they okay? He immediatly started to worry about it and his homework was forgotten. He just stared at his wrist for the next ten minutes, watching how the shades were slighlty changing every now and then.
The color was getting closer and closer to a dark blue. While observing his wrist he suddenly felt something wet running down his cheek. His eyes were wet and his vision blurred by all the tears he had shed without even realising. Shortly after realsing his silent crying turned into a heavy sobbing. He stood up from his desk and weakly walking to his bed and just falling head first into his pillow. He felt the sudden need to scream into his pillow but opressed it. He didn't want to bother his parents. He then felt the urge of physical and human contact and started hugging his pillow. He was again trying to look at his wrist but his vision was unclear and fuzzy. He tried the best to wipe away the tears. He could finally see clear again. Or at least clearer. It was enough to make out the color on his wrist. The cirlce was white. They were sleeping. Thomas relaxed. "When they sleep they can't feel the pain" he thought.
The brown haired boy was now just to tired and exhausted to stand up again to get his phone. Music would have been nice but he couldn't bring himself to even move a bit.
He wondered why his soulmate became sad so suddenly. He knew that the Emotion of your connected soul influence your own mood and he had experienced it himself too but never so sudden. Normally the emotions would slowly built up just like your own do , too. But this time it was nothing like that. He just hoped that his soulmate was going to be okay. When Thomas finds them he will make sure that they don't have to be that sad and scared ever again.