You Can Run

There's one person who shares your tattoo with you. Mine, is a small bird on my lower left hip. The way our society worked was, this tattoo wasn't just any tattoo. You were born with this intricate marking. Your mission in life is to find your soul mate, in this case, someone with the same tattoo as you in the exact same area. The hard part is, there's many people on this world. "You can run, but you can't hide Princess."


2. 2

     Savannah's P.O.V

I awoke to the sound if splattering rain hitting the window seal, I slowly got myself out of the warm duvet, as my feet hit the cold wooden floors, entering the bathroom my hand traveled the wall before I hit the light switch. My eyes adjusted to the bright light, as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My long brown hair cascaded down my back complementing my tanned skin and dark brown eyes. I turned the sink on, splashing water on my face. I closed my eyes releasing a small breath. I padded over the shower, turning it on and stepping into the hot water. After washing my hair and body I stepped onto the soft bathmat, whilst wrapping a white plush towel around my body around my small frame.

    Once inside my bedroom, I stripped off the towel putting on undergarments. Along with some black skinny jeans, a grey knit sweater with combat boots. I ran a brush through my slowly drying hair as I styled my hair into a simple braid.


"Are you going to Dylan's party?"

    I spun around, and greeted my best friend with a confused smile.

"Dylan?" I questioned

    "Dylan Mathews." Francesca replied simply

Dylan Mathews, was no doubt the most popular boy in the school, along with Jessie Parker. The two of them practically run this school, though they aren't those stereotypical pricks, they are quite nice.

    I frowned "Why would I want to attend their party?" I stubbornly said as we walked the corridors of the school hallways.

"There will be nothing but alcohol, and loud music. I'd much rather stay home and practice my graduation speech, thank you very much." I say. The music is loud as fuck, and it easily gives me headaches. I can clearly hear the loud thumping music since they live like across from me.

    "Besides," I start "I wasn't invited." I finish

She shook her head in annoyance, "It's an all seniors party, all 12th graders are welcome! Come on, stop being so lame. It's the end of the year, and our last year in high school. Please?" She literally pleaded. The thing with Francesca is that, she cannot go alone to a a certain place. And me being her only friend, she drags me into stuff like this.

   I was never a social person, well at least since I moved to Ontario.

I rolled my eyes "Fine," I huffed

    "Thank you! There will be no alcohol, or drugs I promise!" She said happily

I simply threw her a fake smile, walking to my English class, her following behind.


"If you want me to go this party, you'll let me wear my crop top and simple jeans. No dress." I say

    "Ugh, fine." She gave in, I smirked at my accomplishment. One does not simply convince Francesca so easily.

After we did our hair and makeup, I changed into a grey crop top, with some light skinny jeans, ending with some combat boots.

    Francesca was dressed in a simple blue high low dress, with some flats.

We walked to Dylan's mansion, I could clearly hear the loud thumping music, before we entered the loud house. We traveled our way through the sweaty and grinding bodies, before heading to the snack bar table.

    The smell of alcohol lingered through my nose, so much for no alcohol.

I looked at my right side to only find out that Francesca isn't by my side. I mentally groaned, as I leaned against the hard wall.

     My eyes traveled the whole room, looking for any sight of my crazy best friend. No luck.

I cursed, beginning to get frustrated, as I looked for the only girl I knew. I bit my lip nervously, once again looking over the dancing people. I groaned loudly.

    I heard a deep chuckle, from behind me. I squinted my eyes, hoping it wasn't one of those horny fucks.

I slowly tilted my head back, to meet eyes with blue ones.

    "You lost, sweetheart?" He smirked

"N-no just looking for my friend." I replied quickly.

    "Oh. I don't think she will come,"he says and my shoulders slumped.

"She's here, I just lost h-her."

   "You sure about that?" He paused "A pretty and innocent girl at a party like this? Will I sound rude if I ask why a girl like you is at a party like this? Do you know the hosts of this party" He questions.

"I do, but I don't know you." I say truthfully. Because, no I don't know who the fuck he is.

    "The name is Ryan." He says

I grabbed my phone from my back pocket, "I'm Savannah," I say as I dialled Francesca's number, before pressing the cold object against my ear.

     "I just really need to find my friend," I say, and he smiles in understandment.

After a couple of rings, I got no answer. I groaned loudly, "ugh I'll be leaving now," I spun my heal and cautiously walking towards the door.

     "Wait!" The same raspy voice stops me, I turn around to face the charming blond boy.

"I really like your tattoo, it looks familiar." He says referring to my exposed bird tattoo, and walks away. Leaving me in pure astonishment.

A/N: the begging was boring, sorry! But, I hoped you liked it. And sorry for all of the typos.

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