Saved

Saved {3}

This chapter is dedicated to all those who have been bullied. Did you know that you can vote once for each chapter?! I didn't know either! Anyway back to the story...

The next day I woke up, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth and got dressed like a normal day. I

was out the door before anyone else had woken up which I was glad of, because my mom

would most be likely hung over and in a bad mood.

A cold breeze greeted me as I walked towards downtown. I had taken this same path day

after day when wanted to get out of the house. Along the path I seemed to notice shops that I

had never seen before. It must have been because all those times I was in a rush, but now I

just wanted to slow down. Among the shops that caught my eyes were: old navy-seal: dress

for all occasions, Barns & Noble: a nice bookstore, and a tattoo shop which I couldn't see

much of because I was in the shadows and my eyes weren't used to the brightness that

surrounded that shop and that certain part of the road.

I kept walking towards the next split in the road which, if I turned left would take me to the

downtown mall. I stepped into the light and was at first blinded, but after about thirty seconds

or so I started to get used the light. I turned on the corner towards my destination, but as I did

so I noticed something on the window of the tattoo shop. My mouth dropped open.

There it was. On the window of the shop there were pictures that were obviously previews of

tattoos. One of them had caught my eyes, because I had seen it before. I had seen it before

because it was a picture of a wing which I had painstakingly drawn two years ago. I was

intrigued but also confused as to how it had gotten there. Sure, compared to the day before

this wasn't very out of the ordinary but I still was drawn towards it. I remembered how I had

been inspired to draw that sketch and began to wonder. I had been sitting down minding my

own business when it just was in my head. It was like someone had opened my head up,

plopped the wing in it and then closed it back up again. I had always found this aspect of the

drawing weird, but had never given much thought to it. But now it occurred to me that the

tattoo shop had probably not made my drawing into a tattoo But the opposite. I had drawn this

exact piece, without knowing what it was.

I had so many questions in my head now that if I didn't find any answers soon I would pass

out from lack of answers. I thought for a moment longer, then headed into the shop. It was a

fairly nice shop, with a sitting area and magazines to read while you waited. There was a

woman at the counter with long red hair and blue eyes. She looked bored out of her mind, but

when I walked up she put on a plastic smile and gave me a memorized message.

"Hello, sir how may I help you today?" She leaned against the wall, and in doing so revealed a

part of her arm which had a tattoo that I couldn't make out. I had to think fast for a response to

her question, because I really had no plan whatsoever.

" Uhh I wou- it" I stuttered. " I would like a tattoo of one of those pictures outside." I said

finally. Wait a minute, I thought. What the heck did I just say? Stupid brain, I scolded myself. I

don't want a tattoo.

The girl suddenly looked nervous, and a little bit afraid for some reason.

"Wh- which one?" She asked. Now she was stuttering. I smiled on the inside. My sorta-plan was working.

" The cool wing one." I said casually, keeping myself from smiling as I watched her eyes get

as big as ripe mangos. She looked like she was almost shaking with nervousness. She tried

to say something, but it came out as a whimper. But then something really unexpected

happened. She broke down into tears and lay her face on the table, sobbing. I had expected

to get some sort of answers from saying the things I did, but not this. This was completely

uncalled for. She looked up at me then her facial expression changed.

"Adam?" she asked. I was taken aback. I had even seen this girl before. How could she know

my name? Could she have something to do my failed suicide? These questions ran through

my head as she said those words.

She laid her head back down in her arms, and I was able to fully see the tattoo on her arm. It

was the wing. My wing.

Huh??? How could this all go together? I don't know! Find out in the next... Few... Chapters.. Anyway THANKS FOR READING!! Vote/comment if you like and want more of the story!