I open my eyes and gasp, checking my body. Nope, just a nightmare.. I turn on my lamp and look at my wrist and sigh, no mark upon my wrist. The clock tells me that I should get up anyway so I go and take a shower while I think about why I cannot love anyone. After I get ready I take an apple as I get in my car and drive to work.

I walk inside the new company and look around. Good, no one else is here... Not yet, but there was that one boy, what's his name? John.. That's right, John Coreston my new secretary.. We shall see if he is a heartbreaker or not. I wear long sleeve shirts to hide all of my black marks of the widowed. That is what they are now a days, memories of a widow.

*HISTORY* WHEN WORLD WAR THREE ENDED A NEW PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY CAME OUT AND SOON IT WAS IMPLANTED IN EVERY SINGLE HUMAN BEING, ON THEIR WRISTS THEY GET RED MARKS OF THEY ARE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE, ITS CALLED THE RED POISONOUS LOVE BITE. THE BLACK MARKS ARE FOR THE PEOPLE WHO THE PERSON LOVED BUT THAT PERSON DIED. THIS IS CALLED BLACK MARKS OF THE WIDOWED. ANYONE WHO HAS NO MARK IS CONSIDERED EITHER A CHILD OR PURE/INNOCENT NOW BACK TO THE STORY.

I park my car and get out looking at the new office. Yep there is nothing better a new boss and a new office and basically a new job. My boss, what was her name? I don't remember, everyone just called her the wicked bitch of the south... The whitest evil witch to be known. No it's here on my phone, Joan, joan sylavyann God thats a hard last name.. How is it that I always get stuck with the people with the stupidest last names? Mine is sort of simple... Better that Sylvyann name. My sleeves stop just short of my wrist, so no doubt she will see that I have never loved before.. Does that make me cold, hard, and bitter? No.. I just havent found the right woman yet... I climb up the stairs and to the new office my boss and I share. When I look up, I come face to face with a blone hairs brown eyed woman. She is wearing jeans and a nice blue jacket... She reminds me of someone, like I've seen her before.. And the. It hits me as she talks on the phone, she looks like Billie piper. No but my papers say..

"Joan, Joan Sylvyann" I say to John who stares at me like he has never seen a woman before. I hold out my hand and he shakes it, right away I notice that he has no marks upon his wrist, he is pure. After releasing the hand shake I sit down in my chair and start working on my newest project. "Excuse me.." John's voice was like velvet blowing in a gentle wind, I turned around and looked at him "yes?" I ask with a sort of impatient tone. Nevertheless he makes a long pause and then asks "you look like Billie piper, are you sure Joan is your real name?" I look at him in complete shock, then I do what I have no other choice but to do, I slap him. "Don't be foolish now start working."