I'd heard of the whole 'soulmate' thing, where whatever marks your soulmate had, you had. Birthmarks, scars, so on and so forth. Most got little nicks and scrapes by their sixth birthday, but I never had any until I was around nineteen. The sleek cuts on my torso that burned as the first was made, making me acknowledge them. I loved knives, but when, somewhere, my soulmate was taking one to their skin... it put me off. I hid my switchblade where it wasn't in my sight, when usually I wore it on my belt loop for self-protection.

I'd met Scott about six months prior to this, a scrawny, tall sixteen year old. I'd taught him what he needed to know to be my partner as a day guard, but never thought too much about him. Sure, he was cute, but it's not like I could've dated him if I wanted, because he wasn't seventeen, the 'age of consent.'

I never thought much about it until he'd worked his second Friday nightshift, when I woke up the next morning with red welts up and down my arm. He'd come to work with the same arm wrapped in bandages, waving it off as a simple mistake on his part. 'I wasn't checking my power like I should've,' he explained when I pressed further. I'd lifted my sleeve, showing him the welts that covered my skin. Apparently he'd gotten his arm stuffed into a suit by Freddy before the bell rang, saving his ass. So the welts were meant to symbolize punctures in the skin, I mused to myself that night.

I'd asked him out after that, since his birthday was a week beforehand. He'd said yes, reasoning that we were soulmates anyways. I'd agreed with him, taking him out on our first date a couple days later.

So now, as I lay in the springlock suit, crossbeams pierced into my skin, I regret leaving him with all the scars that he's gonna bear after I bleed to death. He won't feel a thing, I know because he's already had his first mark from me. He'll just wake up covered from head to toe in pale white scars. I regret that the scars are going to cover his torso and make him more self-conscious that he already is. I regret that this is how I'm going to leave him-covered in scars.