And Another One Gone

Everything is Changing {Mia's POV}

Driving solidly for 24 hours is really tiring but honestly I have to get away from her house.
I can't ever look back.
I can't ever eat again.
I will die but I'm terrified of killing another friend.
I'm terrified of ruining another person's life.
Another familys happiness.
I can't believe that it was her. It was Alice!
How can I actually carry on my life like this after what I did.
This is the end of my demon possession.
It's my decision now: I can't go on like this. I won't.
10:19 am
I see a cute little tattoo store as I'm driving down the road. 'Milquetoast,'I say 'I think I might stop here'
I've had tattoos before and I love them all! I have a butterfly on the bottom of my back ,a small bird on my left ankle and some music notes on my right arm.
I pull over by the shop. As I walk in I see the owner of the store sat lounging behind a small desk. 'Hey babe,' he says in a husky voice 'what can I do for you today!'
He looks straight info my eyes and I look straight back 'Angel wings... please' I reply.
'Where abouts doll face' he questions and stares at my breasts.
'The back of my neck please' I reply adding a cute but not interested smile. I just wish people would fuck off sometimes.
After showing him the exact design and taking of my jumper and lying down, he gets to work.
I feel the needle pierce my skin pushing ink into my flesh. Its so painful but its refreshing I haven't done this in years and I love the sensation.
'Your bleeding a bit there sleeping beauty.' he says gently brushing my skin with a tissue.
'Shame.' I say sarcastically and I relax. 27 minutes later
'All done honey,' he said wiping the blood of my back. 'wanna see?'
Peeling my skin of the leather tabel I reply 'Yes please!'
He grabs a mirror and puts his hand on my ass pushing me towards another. I smack his arm and he smiles cheekily.
As he held the mirror up so I could see my tattoo he said 'That's okay right! '
I reply by shoving my money in his hand and saying 'For a 89 year old pervert your a good tattoo artist!'
I then turn round and leave the shop. Get into the car and drive off.
3 pm
I decided to stop at a little cáfe, so I am now sat in a window booth with a cup of nice coffee and a humongous double choc chip cookie.
Not long after I sit down a young couple around my age walked up to the counter and grab three teas before sitting in the booth next to me. A ginger girl I recognise walks in not that long after them and joins the couple. She's crying and as she slips in the chair she tells them, 'Alice is dead!'
Shit I leave 20 pounds on the table and run out. She was our friend the ginger the couple Alice's. I run until I can't any longer and curl up in a ball and cry. I feel the sun beating down on my bare neck. I eventually fall asleep there.