The haunted Tattoo
I think my new tattoo is haunted. Of course, the symbol had been haunting my dreams before I had inked my skin with it. Every night, the minute I had closed my eyes, the cross like design with a loop at the top would appear on the forearm of a girl with bronze skin and raven hair.
“You must get the mark. Or you will never achieve your destiny, Gemma. Your life will be shattered apart, like shards of broken glass, each piece dangerous and ready to cut apart anything to stumble in its path. Mark your arm with the symbol of life, and then it begins.”
The enigmatic girl said this in every dream, I could recite it now. I wasn’t sure what she was referring to when she said it would begin, but I had the unnerving feeling that it would alter my life forever. But that was the thing, I was tired of this life. I always had this inexplicable feeling that I was meant for more. I always wanted to be doing something extraordinary, rather than attending the lifeless high school I went to or stacking books at the store I worked at. I felt a rush of adrenaline in my blood and a powerful energy inside me at all times. I knew what I had to do.
So after my last class, I rushed out the door and walked to the tattoo parlor. It was risky and stupid, but I didn’t care. I trusted the girl in my dreams for some reason. The tattoo artist looked surprised to see me, like I didn’t belong there. I was used to these unwelcoming glances as my wild, curly red hair and deep brown skin didn’t help. But he took me in and inked my skin without hesitation. He also looked like he was building up courage to ask me what the symbol meant, but didn’t. Good. I didn’t quite feel like explaining the situation to anyone anyway.
The second the last drop of ink filled the symbol, I felt different. I felt something. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it felt powerful and ancient. Like the spirit of a king or a god. The presence lingered, no matter where I went. This feeling was different from the consistent surge of power that filled me. No. This energy felt draining and hungry. Like it wanted to take from me until I lay lifeless. Shivers erupted on my arms. I needed answers, and there was only one way I could get them. I needed to visit the girl with bronze skin and raven hair.
Falling asleep wasn’t hard. I’d barely gotten any rest in the past few days, so the minute my head hit the pillow my body drifted away into the dark abyss of sleep. Almost immediately, the bronzed girl became clear in my vision. Her eyes were different them I remembered them, they were darker. They looked haunted.
“You have come sooner than I expected.” She declared.
“Yes. I-um. Well I got the symbol marked on my arm. You said once I got it that everything would begin? What did you mean by that?” I asked, hesitant if I should explain further.
“You mean you haven’t seen Davina?” She looked confused, scared even.
“No…Who is Davina? Ever since I got that symbol, I’ve felt an overwhelming presence. It doesn’t feel good. It feels, powerful… But, well it feels evil.
The bronze girls face dropped. Her eyes narrowed, and she took a deep slow breathe. I knew that whatever she was about to say next, was not going to be good.
“When you got the symbol. You were supposed to be able to see the goddess of fate, Davina. She would give you a message on what to do next.” She swallowed, eyes staring far off.
“The absence of Davina means something went wrong. The presence you feel, means the wrong god came through to you. He is a dark god. A bad one. And your life is in danger, Gemma. We have to get you somewhere safe.”
My heart dropped. This entire time, I’ve been feeling a….dark god? My mind couldn’t make sense of anything. Of my surroundings, of my life.
“What does he want from me? What do you want from me? Who are you?” I blurted, unable to keep my overbearing concerns to myself.
The bronze girl smiled then, a sad smile. She stepped closer to me, her white silk gown billowing behind her.
“You have no idea how important you are. I will tell you everything later. But it is no longer safe for you in your world. We need to bring you to where we are now, but physically. Not just in your dreams.”
I nodded. She then placed her long, brown fingers to my temple and closed her eyes. My head felt as if it was spinning, and my body felt and overwhelming sense of pressure. I closed my eyes in fear. I heard her voice say that she was finished, and when I opened my eyes, I was still in the same place but I could feel it. It felt magical. The sky was a mass of blue melting into purple. Fields of colorful flowers spread out near a large, crystal clear river.The trees were moving, as if alive. Maybe they were. The air even felt magical. With each breath, I felt the energy inside me more intensely. This place was nothing like I’ve ever seen.
“What is this place?” I ask, letting my curiosity once again get the best of me.
“This is the realm of life.” She replied, eyes wide and welcoming.
I was about to reply when a shadow passed over the sky, ridding it of its blues and purples. The bronze girl looked terrified.
“You need to get to the red tree. GO. RUN.”
That was the last thing she said to me before a large man with black eyes and long silver hair grabbed me.
“Hello, Gemma. It’s nice to finally get my hands on you.” He said, eyes wild.
Then, everything went black.