Iris
I've gotten pretty good at leaving houses quickly in the early mornings, it feels like a normal routine for me now. Just another morning of sliding out of a random bed, searching for my cloths that's where flung in a hot frenzy the night before. Leaving without a trace, and what ever money they had left in their wallets.
A lot people find their twin soul at a young age, some have to wait tell they are older, but either way everyone searches desperately tell them find that one person that's makes them whole. On the other hand I couldn't care less. I've never felt the pull to look. When I was younger it was all I could think about, the possibility of true love, of feeling whole, that feeling faded fast. I'm now 24 and just living life not knowing what the next day will bring.
For the last two years I've been able to tell if a person was close to finding their twin soul. Every person gave off a different color and smell depending how much longer they had to wait . When someone wasn't close the color was a dim gray that smelled of dust. After that it would slowly turn to a light yellow and smell like a sunny day. I guessed that was around a years time before. When the time came closer it would very between purple, orange, pink or blue and smell of ripe fruits. In the last few weeks it would start turning a deep red with a vibrant smell of wine, before turning a bright green and the smell of the forest when they find each other.
I have grown tired of the smell of forest, its overwhelming with every breath I take, but when I pick up the little box at my front door and walk into my little studio apartment the smell of wet paint fills my nose and calms me down. I've found it to be the only thing the drowns out the smells, and painting helps blend the colors I see around me.
Painting was the only escape for me when my parents dies and I was put into the system. My foster parents where very generous when it came to buying me the supplies I wanted. So when I left their house to live my dream of being a painter they where overly supportive. They send me weekly supplies to show their support, but I know it is only a front. They never really cared about me. I was just another pretty piece of jewelry to them, one they took in to fit the picture of the generous loving family, all they cared about was the image. I still remember the headlines " Whitlock family takes in orphan" " orphan given another chance" . It still rubs me the wrong way if I think about it to much.
Before I can hopping in the shower to wash off the paint that splattered everywhere when I was anger painting my phone lights up showing my best friend is calling.
" Hey what's u…." I start to say.
"AHHHHHH! You won't believe it! Guess what guess what guess what!" She screeches in my ear before I can finish.
" geez Bell, did you have to scream in my ear." Saying as I pull the phone away from my ear and putting her on speaker so my eardrums can recover.
Isabella Cinclair has been my best friend since I started my new life with the Whitlock family.
" I think I found my twin soul!!!!" she blurted out so fast I could barely understand her. " He is so perfect, I can't even put it into words! We only talked for a minute but it felt like the stich started to form!"
A stich refers to the pull you get when you find your twin soul. Some describe it as a welling sensation in your side. When the pair connect for the first time a small blob marking will form on the hand, and when the pair sleep together the stich will form and the marking will turn into an intranet matching design.
"Are you sure? You didn't just eat something bad right?" I reply to her trying to sound surprised, but for the last 2 weeks Bell has smelled of red wine.
"Yes I'm positive. He gave me his number and we are going to meet up tonight. I need you there with me. I want to share this moment with you. Please say yes!" the plead in her voice is hard to turn down and she knows it.
"where are we going? I ask reluctantly
" we are going to The Horn, he said he's never been." She sounds super excited, but im not sure I want to go there again.
" Are you sure you want to go there? Isn't it a little to, you know, loud. You will barely be able to hear each other in there. Why not no to Wally's, it a little less crazy. " Giving my best efforts to change her mind knowing it's no use.
"I'll be at your place at 10 so be ready to go to The Horn! Love you byeeeee!!" she hangs up before I can protest again.
That give me 3 hours to get ready and find an out fit that is still clean.