How I Learned to Love Myself{DISCONTINUED}

Memory Lane

**11 Years Later**

I left the United States of America when I was 16. Now, I am 27.

I no longer needed pills, and I no longer needed my blades. I had fixed my eating habits, and was more filled out. Some of the scars even faded away! I graduated high school, and made it into Glasgow University. I had picked up a thick Scottish accent, and moved out of Mama Tyre's house when I was 20. I had my degree for 3 years now, and was preparing for a trip. It wasn't too far from Scotland. Just a tour around the United Kingdom and Ireland. 

I was a proud medical professional. Well, now I was being there to help with the cuts and bruises in a band. Apparently they were a big hit, even in Scotland. I was excited to meet them today. I had finished my eggs, and washed the plate.

I looked in the mirror once again. I had also learned to care about myself more. My outfit was nice(SEE EXTERNAL LINK), and I had dyed my hair black with red tips. I had gotten size 00 plugs, and two small rings on my nose. I had managed to get my dream tattoos, but I got Haldis on my right forearm, Tordis on my left, Pyralis on my left calf, and Eydis on my right. Pyralis had red shading, Eydis blue shading, and Haldis green shading. It all balanced well on my pale skin. I grabbed my rucksack, and phone, toying with my necklace.

**FLASHBACK PRIVILEGES!!!** :P

Tony was the last person to hug me before I boarded my plane.

"Here's something to remember me by." He says handing me a small box. I open it to find a small turtle on a chain next to a small disc with a T.

"Aw... Turtle, you shouldn't have! Here's something from me." I give him a peck on the cheek, and head down the terminal as the intercom goes off for my flight. I wave towards everyone standing there. Tony's face is relatively red. 

Glad I left my mark...

I thought, heading towards my plane.

**END OF FLASHBACK**

"Oi! Cabbie!" I yell into the street, grabbing the attention of a cab driver. "Starbuck's... please, James?"

James nods, and I climb in. "So, why are you heading out this late, Kai?" He asks.

"Well, James. You know well that I got my degree. So now I get to tour. I'm meeting up with the band. Their flight got in an hour ago." It was now one in the afternoon.

"They start in Glasgow? Weird." He speaks my very thought.

"Yup. And they end in Dublin."

"Stay safe!" James shouts, as I step out of the cab.

"I'll be back! Come to my flat tonight to watch Doctor Who?!" He nods in response, and leaves. I turn into the Starbuck's, and order a coffee. 

Luckily, I've seen the Tour manager over video calls. When he comes in with a group of 4 boys, I know who I'm dealing with.

"Oi! Matt! Over here!" I yell. Matt meets my eyes, and brings the boys over with him. Matt starts handling the intros.

"Alright. So, this is Vic." Matt points to the shortest guy in the group. He has no tattoos as far as I can tell.

"Yeah. I'm Vic. Lead singer." He has a cute high voice. Not as high as some people, but most definitely up there. His hair was shoulder length, and he has a nose piercing.

The tallest one in the group waves and holds out his hand. "I'm Mike. Vic's brother, and drums." I take his hand. He surprises me by taking it, and kissing the back. He has tattoos that reach his hands and neck, as far as I can tell, but all of them are bundled up.