Unjaded

Chapter I

Blood dripped everywhere as he cried.

The boy knelt down on his knees, blood dripping from his lonly lips. This was never about him. he looked up at the woman in front of him for the last time. He looked at her glass-like eyes, her face like a doll.

The boy gasped as he tried to keep his weak body upright. He cracked a smile. He was afraid yet impressed at her newfound aggression. His smile grew as he looked deep into the eyes of the porcelain doll with the cracked face and cold heart.

He choked on his last breath of life

"I love you"

"Fucking pathetic." She snarled.
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Her hands tapped on her steering wheel of her car, an old 2007 red Pontiac that never seemed to break. She tapped her hand along to her spotify queue, the first song she had carefully chosen before starting on her drive; "Never Let It Go" by Mushroomhead.

She loved alternative rock and metalcore. She had stuck with it ever since she was a teenager, something about all of that rage and anger let loose in the lyrics always gave her a serotonin boost.

After turning on the last light, she turned her car into a tattoo shops parking lot. She had a love for pain, whether it was a new piercing or a new tattoo, she enjoyed it for some reason.

She parked her car, and turned the key, then gathered her purse. She pulled down her visor and flipped the mirror cover. Wail looking at herself, she fixed a strand of her hair. The girl had long black wavy hair with curtain bangs, neatly curled away from her eyes. Her eyes were a glassy hazel and she had long, perfect eyelashes that curved over them.

The girl was wearing her favorite gray crop top and a short black mini skirt to complement it, she wore her favorite pair of black gauges, and left her second and third piercings empty. She had an industrial piercing in her right ear, and a cartalidge below it. For shoes, she wore a pair of her favorite Converse.

She wasn't goth, but she was always a bit on the edgy side. Atleast that's what her friends told her.

The girl closed her mirror cover and flipped her visor back up, she put her purse strap over her shoulder, took a deep breath, and stepped out of her car, slamming it shut behind her. She walked to the door, and opened it.

She was always a bit nervous about the commitment and dedication about getting tattoos. Although all of her body art was drawn by her, herself. She still had anxiety about it every time she walked through that door.

She took a deep breath and continued walking to the front desk.

"Hi, I'm here for my side tattoo" Her voice was soft, yet confident.

The young man looked up from his laptop, he slouched in his chair. He had dark black hair, his eyes were a deep green. Above his left eye was a eyebrow piercing. That had always made the girl week in the knees, she loved men with facial piercings. His lips were a soft pink. They looked familiar. Those eyes, she couldn't have forgotten his eyes even if she tried to.

The man stared at her in disbelief. "I haven't seen you since highschool" the man spoke, then paused. "So this is where you ran off too" he paused again. The girl smiled and grasped onto her purse, fidgeting with the strap."it's nice to see you again Scott." As she spoke, she tried to wipe that big smile off of her face. I look so stupid. she thought to herself. "Ah let me guess, You're here for the floral side tattoo, right?" He was also smiling, the girl thought that it wasn't as eager and stupid as hers. The girl nodded her head.

"Follow me Delilah, and I'll get you all set up". Oh the way he said her name, it sounded like pure heaven to her. She had always loved the way he said her name, along with all of the other pet names he had used for her, Oh how she missed that.

As they got to the black tattoo chair, the man turned his head around. "Would you like to put your purse down?" He asked. She nodded her head, and set it down beside the chair. He extended his hand out to her, to help her on the chair. She had always been shorter then him. He stood at 6 feet and 4 inches, wail she was 5 feet and 4 inches, he was a foot taller then her. Oh she loved the height difference, she loved how tall he was, his muscular build always made her smile and blush.

She took the man's hand and jumped up on the table, Her feet kicking back and forth beneath her.

"So what made you move out here?" She asked. "Well, I may have been monitoring your socials, just to make sure you're okay" he turned his head and looked down at the medical tray with all of his supplies. "I missed you too Scott" her smile widened. "I missed my girl" he turned his head back to her, and smiled.

They were together in highschool, but broke contact after Delilah had graduated. Scotty was always a year younger then her, not that she liked that part, but she had always taken a liking towards him even after they stopped talking, she couldn't get him off of her mind. She moved to Chicago after highschool, abandoning her family in Michigan, She had never liked her family at all.

"I missed you too" she looked into his eyes.

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Authors note: it's supposed to be saucy. Roll with it people♡