I laid on the chair not flinching as the sharp needles tore through my skin.
"One last touch" said the tattoo artist
She pulled down my shirt and gave me ointment to put on my tattoo.
"Can you take a picture of it for me."
"Sure."
I handed her my phone and lifted up my shirt so the tattoo was visible.
A flash went off as she took my picture. She handed my phone back. I grabbed my coat and walked out of the tattoo parlor.
I walked to my apartment in the mist. Covering my face with my jacket.
I looked at the picture of my tattoo and almost smiled. It's perfect I thought.
I arrived at my apartment. Opening my door. I realized that my apartment was a mess.
"I really need to clean." I said to myself
Then I thought, I have no one to impress. I'm not cleaning.
I walked to the bathroom. I took off my shirt, looking at all my tattoos in the mirror. I was impressed at how all that ink can come together to form this amazing art.
I traced my hands over and around my tattoos. I turned around and saw my new tattoo. I saw a cross made of bones, saying brittle. I had no idea why I thought of this. I loved it.
I barely was able to reach my tattoo, but I managed and put on my ointment given to me on to my new tattoo.
I stopped suddenly and had a wave of harsh feeling. I tried to pull back my tears but they came running down my face.
I crippled to the floor in pain. I cried out to no one but my self. I just sat there crying, not knowing how to manage.
I woke up on the floor of my bathroom, realizing that I fell asleep while crying. I got up and looked at my self in the mirror.
I saw a face covered in mascara, with my long bangs and hair covering the empty parts of my face.
I walked out of my alcohol filled apartment wanting some fresh air.
I sat on the rusty bench right outside my rundown apartment.
I took out my cigarette and lighter
and lit my cigarette. I quickly put it into my mouth, relaxing at the feeling.I took out the cigarette, puffing out a circle of smoke.
Smoking took away my feelings. I felt almost happy when I smoked.
I continued the cycle of smoking while I looked at my outside world. Scanning everyone who gave me a disinterested look as they walked passed me.
It started to rain, and I just sat there. Eventually my cigarette when out. Even though it was raining, I just sat there. Closing my eyes, remembering my 24th tattoo.
~Authors Note~
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