Seal of Love

The Notebook

    Skylar's Point of View:

    I glanced over at the large clock hanging on the wall over my bed. Both hands had landed on the two. Once again, it was two in the morning and I wasn't even the slightest bit tired. Too many thoughts whirled around in my head about what will happen with Leo in my next chapter.

    "Alright," I said out loud, clapping my hands together. "You have two options right now, Sky! Either you stay up writing your next chapter until five..." I rolled my eyes dramatically, hoping to convince myself that that is a stupid idea. "OR... you can go to bed right now and finally get some sleep for the first time in weeks."

    I glanced over at my bed again, which was covered in piles of clean clothes that I had promised myself that I would eventually put away, and made a face at the thought of going to sleep.

    It's not that I don't like sleeping; the sleeping part is fantastic. It's the GOING to sleep part that I have a hard time liking. I find lying still so boring and uncomfortable. I'm the type of girl that likes to move around and think of different scenarios for things.

    I hesitated for a moment before twisting the lid off a pill bottle and popping three small pills into my mouth. I spun around in my chair and faced the computer, cracking my knuckles.

    "Alrighty then!" I chirped cheerfully. "Writing 'til five it is! Now where are my character sheets?" Whenever I made a new story or added a new character, I would always make them a character sheet. It helps me to be better organized and to remember who did what throughout the book. I defiantly need it since I'm so unorganized everywhere else.

    I searched through all of my piles of jumbled papers on my desk, eyebrows furrowed. Didn't I JUST have them a few seconds ago?? I paused when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was an opened notebook, the pages covered in messy writing.

    I frowned, picking it up. This handwriting looked familiar to me. It was my messy handwriting from when I was back in High School. I looked through what had seemed like an old story of mine when I was in my creative writing class my Freshmen year. That was when I actually started taking up my interests for writing.

    My teacher urged everyone on the first day to write a story about the thing we were passionate about. So, being the awkward teen I was, I wrote a fan fiction about my celebrity crush and me finding each other and falling in love at first sight.

    It was super cringey and I knew it too. But my teacher convinced me that it was great and that I should send it to get it published. But a few months later, it was sent back to me containing a big fat note of rejection. I was so embarrassed that I'd actually got my hopes up about it that I threw it out before school, and lied to the teacher about not getting it sent back yet.

    '...I did throw it out, didn't I?' I flipped through the dusty old pages until I reached the last page and my frown increased. There was writing at the bottom of the page, a handwriting that I did not recognize. It was written in small, black ink and I had to squint to be able to read it out loud.

        "May all of my characters come to life, with the first cut of something as sharp as a knife. My stories will soon come to life. So please, I beg of you, to help me survive. Don't keep me guessing. And give me all of your blessings."

    Confused, I flipped the page over to see if there was more writing on the other side, but just saw a blank page. Just then, my finger slipped and I yelped as I felt the side of the paper slice deep into my skin. I quickly pulled my hand back, studying it.

    A splotch of dark, crimson blood slowly trickled down my finger and dripped onto the page. I cursed, sticking my finger immediately into my mouth, trying to stop the bleeding. 's**t that hurt!' As I thought this, a sudden wave of drowsiness fell over me. 

    Muttering under my breath, I moved slowly towards my bed and tucked myself in. I didn't care for writing anymore, neither did I really care for sleep. But I wanted the day to be over and for the sharp pain in my finger to finally stop, so I decided I should just will myself to sleep and just try again with the next chapter tomorrow.