~can he be saved~

Chapter3

~the next day~ erens pov
I wake to the bright light shining through my window. I got dressed and went out the door, not want to be in the same house as I "thing" I call dad. I head down the street not knowing what to do. Till I saw a tattoo parlour. Hello, how may I help you?
Um I would like a tattoo.
Is there something you want?
Um yes a quote.
And the quote is?
Oh sorry, "it's not always the tears the measure the pain sometimes it's the smile that we fake"
Damn that's deep, but ok just give me a minute to get the person that does the tattooing.
Ok
I walk over to the tattoo bed. I'm freaking out. A hundred questions kept going through my head. How bad will it hurt, will I pass out from how scared I am. I was pulled out of thought when someone came over to me a taped me on the shoulder. I turn a look at them. Hey that's the guy that followed my on Instagram.
Hey are you just gonna stare or take a picture?
I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare.
It's fine, your the kid that wanted the quote right?
Um yeah
Ok, where would you like..?
O-on my chest near my caller bone please.
Ok. Take off your shirt them.
O-ok, I take off my shirt not thinking about my arms. I look at the guy to see his eyes widen. A-are you ok?
Yeah. But the real question is are you ok.
I-I'm fine.

Levi's pov
The brat took of his shirt and there were cuts and scars everywhere, some look like they were from other people. I'm worrying about a brat that I just met. Wait I follow him on instagram. I look back up at the brat he look like he just watch someone die. I tell him to lay down. Is start tattooing, I was being the softest I could he looked like he would brake from the smallest poke.
Hey, brat what's your name
Eren... you?
Levi. After about 45 minutes I finished his tattoo I gave him something to keep it clean and told him how to keep its from getting infected....he paid and left.