Remember Me For Centuries

When a baby is born, a silver band is placed onto its wrist with a number inscribed on the inside. A member of the opposite sex also born that day is given a band with the same number. It is a system to insure the survival of the human race. On their eighteenth birthday, the bands are snapped and plugged into a computer system which reveals the database involving their soul mates. But what if the person who is programmed to be your soul mate isn't who you want to spend the rest of your life with? *** This is my entry for the 'Name On Your Wrist' contest--it would mean so much to me if you gave me feedback on this, or even just read it. Criticism would be welcomed with open arms. I hope you enjoy it!!

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6. I Made Myself At Home, In The Cobwebs and The Lies

C A L E B

The rain kept pouring.
I couldn’t let go of her hand.
We ran through the darkened woods, feet catching on shadowed rocks. I could hardly keep up with her. Tendrils of darkness reached out, threatening to pull us deeper into the cloaked woods. My lungs constricted inside my chest as I tumbled after her.
“Caleb!”
The cry came from in front of me.
Megan.
Lightning burst through the sky. A pale shape fell to the ground in front of me. I tripped forwards, and my hand was suddenly empty.

A scream shook me out of the dream.
I shot up. My bedroom was coated in sunlight. I panted hard, my skin covered in sweat.
“Caleb! Get up, or you’ll be late for school?”
I rubbed at my face. The dream had left me drenched, and completely shaken.
The hot water of the shower soothed my tense muscles but I couldn’t forget the dream. It was imprinted onto my mind. Her scream. The lightning.
At least I knew that the kiss had been real. I remembered walking her home, right up to her door. I remembered her huge, green eyes blinking at me as I said goodbye.
No, my mind growled. You have to stop this, Caleb. She isn’t yours. She never was.
My hands fisted on the shower tiles, suds running down my back. This wasn’t fair. I needed to change my Claimant. I loved Megan—I could never be with Tracy.
But how? No one had ever tried changing their Claimant. It was practically unheard of, and for a good reason too; your soul mate was meant to be exactly that. A soul mate. Someone who clicked with you naturally, like it was meant to be. I sighed, pressing my forehead against my hands. The only thing I could hold onto was that the Mate system sometimes malfunctioned, like Megan had said. It wasn’t common, but it did happen. Hopefully, that’s all it was. A glitch in the system.
That’s all I am. A glitch in the system.
Angrily, I turned off the water, dried off and pulled on clothes. I needed to speak to Megan. And the Registered.
There was no way I could live any longer tethered to Tracy Grant.

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