That Girl

Chapter 28

⚠⚠⚠⚠ Sensitive subjects are mentioned read with caution ⚠⚠⚠⚠

*Ari's POV*

I couldn't wait to meet Ravi's girlfriend, she seemed so cool by the way he'd talk about her. I walked back to the bed room after we were all done talking and I went to the bathroom, grabbing some of my good clothes on the way. I closed the door and set the clothes down on the edge of the sink, running a hand through my bed hair. I looked in the mirror and the first thing I realized was my shoulder, "Shit.." I whispered to myself and I sighed, setting my head in the palms of my hands. The words 'Dear John...' Were tattooed in a beautiful font and was usually covered by tattoo make up, made for covering up tattoos so people can go to work/employment interviews and be able to get the job they want. The makeup had probably wore off and I was completely oblivious to it until then, "I really hope no one noticed..." I sighed standing up straight again. I had afew other hidden tattoos that not even Ken noticed or has seen, I mean he's only slept with me once, and it was dark so I really didn't expect him to see it. I regretted this particular tattoo.. It just continuously reminds me of the pain I caused the one I loved so much.

*flash back to 3 years before*

I heard the skype call sound and I looked to see it was John, my boyfriend, well... He was sorta my boyfriend and sorta not, we wanted to wait till we could actually meet to make it completely official. We'd been together/talking for about 2 years, and I couldn't be more in love (till Ken).. I clicked the answer button and his face showed on the screen.

"Hey baby!" I smiled at him and he gave me a half-hearted smile, I could tell something was wrong and I frowned, "What's wrong?" I asked, pulling my head phones on and plugging them in. "Oh, nothing! I just got back from hanging with carl." He grinned and I looked at his eyes. He was stoned again.. I loved him to death, but his religion and his smoking habits were something I tried to ignore despite my hatred towards the stuff. I'd never smoked weed, never wanted too, but John was a smoker and he did chew tobacco too. I sighed and rested my hands in my head, lately he'd been getting high more often and trying to start stuff with me over religion and finally I'd had enough, "John.. Are you high again?" I asked calmly, awaiting his answer, "Pfft, Yeah." He laughed and I frowned, looking up at him. "I don't think I can take this anymore..." He raised an eyebrow at me, still smiling and he laughed again, "What?" "I can't take you gettig high anymore. I'm sick of it, all you ever do anymore is start crap with me over religion and freaking get high off that shit." I hit my bed out of frustration, I might not seem like it, but I get pretty violent when I'm mad. He looked at me shocked slightly, "Why are you so mad about it?" He asked defensively, "Because you're not the man I fell in love with.." I whispered, "What?" He asked. Aparently I was too quiet so I repeated and he just went stone cold. There was a long pause, "So that's how you feel...?" I slowly nodded and he sighed, "Alright.. I'll leave you alone.." I bit my lip to hold back the tears, and I looked to the side, "Just know I love you more than anyone that ever could.." He whispered and hung up before I could reply. I started to cry, going from soft sobbing to hard continuous tears that I felt would never stop. I cried myself to sleep that night, and the next morning I'd waken up to find that he'd killed himself a few hours after.. His friend told me he'd overdosed on sleeping pills and he was already gone before his mom found him in the bathroom on the floor. What made things worse was that he wrote a suicide note and sent it to me and only me.. I'd never been able to tell anyone... And apparently he'd made it to were no one else could find out about it... After it all happened I tried offing myself too, but... It was a failed attempt and I had the scars to live with....

*back to present*

I had gotten the tattoo to commemorate him because he was the love of my life... And I wrote a song for him too. That was the name of the song... Dear John, but now it's just an everyday reminder that I ruined my life, and his... He was going to be a school teacher.. He was going to come see me.. We were going to live happily ever after, but I hurt him..

I felt something run down my face and I touched my cheek, realizing I was crying and I wiped my face with tissue. I sighed, "There's no sense in hiding it anymore..." I whispered aloud, and I changed into my off the shoulder black dress. I pulled my net tights on, and did my makeup. I knew everyone else was getting ready in the other rooms, and we all agree that it would be a some what formal date. I straightened my hair and I grabbed the clothes I was wearing and walked out, tossing them onto the bed. I heard movement in Ken's closet, "Jagyia?" I asked confused and I looked in to see him standing in his boxers, looking confused as what to wear and I giggled, "Do you need help?" "N-Ne.." He sighed defeated, making me giggle again. I walked in and started looking at some shirts when I realized I'd forgotten to put my braclets on and I retreated quickly, but it was too late. "What's..?" "Nothing." I cut him off, turning away to go to the bathroom, but he grabbed my arm and turned me back, "Don't lie to me." He said sternly, making me cringe and bow my head. He sighed, putting both his hands on my shoulders gently. One of his hands slowly went to lift my arm up, and when he saw that I wasn't going to resist he lifted my arm and looked down. There was a pinkish/brown scar that adorned my wrist, the other arm having the same. He pushed the sleeve down further and found more scars but not many that could be seen past that braclets I usually wore but there were alot in that one area. He looked at me, I noticed his eyes start to tear up and he looked down at my shoulder, "I... I didn't know you had tattoos..." "Y-Yea.." I whispered. He lifted my head, "Show me the rest of them.. And don't lie.. I saw some of them.." He whispered back, staring me dead in the eyes. In knew this would be inevitable..