Everyone is borned with a mark on their right wrist.

Something like a tattoo, a black mark that shows your future.

A dollar?

You will be a buissness man.

A pen?

You will become a writer.

And then there's me. No mark, no future. Always sitting silent at the back of the class, everyone's making full of me, laughing at me.

" Look that weirdo."

" I know, she is such a bitch."

" Yeah, this will be the perfect job for her!"

" You deserve to die, piece of shit!"

But it's not true, i am special.

I don't have just one mark, i have two, three, many!

Scars from knives, scissors, razors.

I don't deserve love
I don't deserve friends
I don't deserve a job
My future is a white piece of paper.

Till i met him, he was looking at me sad from the other corner of the class when everyone was pointing laughing at me.

" Hey..."

He walked towards me smiling kneeling in front of me as i bowed my head without saying a world.

" Oh you don't have a mark, hu?"

He grabbed softly my wrist seeing my drawings gasping as i pulled away my arm running away.

I returned home that day, facing my parents talking and laughing with a boy.

" Sweety you are home! Your friend came, he said he wanted to help you with your maths homework as you don't like maths a lot."

My mom smiled sweetly as the boy turned his head looking at me smiling.

It was him.

" You didn't tell me you had such a handsome and cute friend."

My dad winked at me as i frowned rolling my eyes. I clentched my teeth grabbing his hand running upstairs to my room befkre shuttering with force the door.

" What do you want, how you found my house!?"

" Does it matter? My name is Alex!"

" Do i look like i care!?

...

My name is y/n..."

He grabbed with force my wrist before sighing.

" Why you don't see!? You are special in a special way.. You don't have a future because YOU write it! You will decide what's your future!"

My eyes widened hearing his words nearly to tears.

Was that a .. Complement?

Years were going on and on. He grew up and i grew up with him, too. We were best friends, together in easy, together in difficult.

And one day he came home hapoy saying that his boss wanted to see me the next day as he had shown of my drawings to him and he liked them a lot.

I got angry, i said things that i had shouldn't. He was sad but somehow knew that i would go to talk to him.

And i actually went.

And you know what his boss said to me?

" I was borned without a mark, pale skin but look at me. Look where i am. I want you to work with Alex Miss y/n. Your drawings are amazing, their style, everything. Just bd yourself."

And i actually started working for him with Alex. And one morning, when i woke up i realized something with wide eyes.

A mark was on my wrist

A pencil, just like Alex.

I ran down finding Alex drinking coffee, me in tears as he rushed towards me in panic. He saw the mark, his eyes widened as he smiled hugging me.

" Congrats y/n."

He interlocked his fingers with mine, our marks touching each others as i smiled.

" No you congrats. For being there for me when i was in need, alone, suicidal. Thanks for being my friend."

And our mark flashed red for a sec as i gasped looking at my wrist.

Half of a heart was decorating the top of my mark

Alex's too.

I smiled looking at him as he brought his hands to my cheeks, my eyes widened, his lips inches away from mine.

Our lips connected as i closed my eyes kissing back.

And i realized something.

Being different means being special. Follow your dreams, create plans, leave your thoughts on papers. Use music, art, writting, show your thoughts and your feelings.

And maybe one day, one sunny warm morning.

You will have left your own marks on this world.