Legacy || J.k

1 Tattoo : ?? POV

It was 4:00 o’clock in the sleeping city of Seoul. Where no lights could be seen in some buildings and with the billboards and street lights being the only source of light for pedestrians.

Staring at the knife, which laid in front of me on the floor, I began to get fidgety. Bouncing my right leg and closing my eye's, I tried to turn my mind away from what I was thinking.

But I didn't, I couldn't, I had to get rid of it...

Standing up from my bed. I took the knife from the floor, rubbing my thumb against the glistening blade which grazed my finger. The blood trickled down my hand, then dripped on the floor. I was numb from concentration and didn't feel any pain, but only stared at the blood on the floor.

My mind was set in focus and my stride was strong and determined. Turning the knob of the bathroom door and closing it, I made sure to turn the lock, knowing that my best friend and roommate, Kyu, might just come bursting in here and start yelling at me for no reason.

A great feeling of content washed over me as soon as I looked in the mirror. Tattoos littered my body like a great canvas. From my face right down to my legs.

But there was one in particular, which stands out to me way more than the rest. One which I've, of course, always questioned of its origin, stood out like a sore thumb among the black and lifeless ink blotches that surround it like an Innocent but merciless thorn bush.

Written in Roman Numerals the number XIII stood on the surface of my pale, yet delicate skin. Like a scab in the making.

My options were weighed as I tried to pick the right choice.

1. Cut it out and forget it was even there

Or

2. Leave it be and use makeup

....

It was harder than trying to choose A or B on your math exam. But I only had one choice.

I chose number one. Because that's how desperate I was to get it out.

I caressed the blade across the bare skin of my collar bone, feeling the roughness from the scratches left behind after being sharpened so many times. then pressing down, i begun to cut out an oval like shape.

My blood was warm but much, as it flowed and it felt like a great joy when I saw that I was almost done.

But I didn't finish.....

I jumped from fright and anxiety, breathing as though I've just done a marathon.

It was all a dream...

My mind was muddled, all I could do was stare, getting lost into the darkness of what was my room. Dark and empty, with no colors of elevation, just depression.

Lazily, I looked over to my right, peering at my digital clock to see the time.

4:00 am

The very same time that I saw in my dream. And the very same position that I was currently in now, was the one i was first in, when I had the dream.

If you can call it that...