Listen to me

#2

After she finished her cup of coffee, she stood up and lazily walked out of the bistro to her car.

Unlike most teenagers around her, she had her own car. People would talk about her like she's a spoiled brat, but she never cared about the money her parents had. She wasn't the person to show off her new Hermés bag or that shit. She may have had a little collection at home, but she would never dare to take it out of her closet. She wanted to fit in so bad, that she sold all the fancy cars her parents gave her and bought this nice small BMW (I know BMW is quite luxurious, but trust me, it catches less attention than if she was driving around in a freaking porsche).

She wore basic clothes, just like other teenagers. Although she had some amazing things hidden in her nice small closet (small, but you could magically fit an elephant in there, if you tried).

She never really cared about being popular. She was, let's say attention seeking. In a good way obviously. Her parents never had time for her, they just gave her gifts so she will forgive them for not being home almost at all.

She sat in her car and rested her head on the steering wheel. You could hear the loud music blasting from inside. It was Lolita by La+ch [sorry, but i really love this song, ok]. She was almost in tears, quietly mumbling the lyrics, trying to get her shit together. "You can do this" she whispered to herself and straightened herself in the car seat. Started her engine and drove off to the city.

She parked her car, got out and made her way to the tattoo shop called 'Panther' as the neon signs read. She opened the door, with the hood of her hoodie covering most of her head. Well yeah, she kinda looked like a crackhead.

An overly tattooed boy, who looked her age and really intimidating, looked at her with his eyebrow raised. "Hi, umm I'd like to get a tattoo" she said, but it left her mouth sounding so unsure, like it was a question. "Okay" replied the boy and checked his watch "I hope you know what you want cause it's too late for me to design something, my shift ends in like an hour, or less" he added and looked at Victoria like he expected her to know what she wants to get inked. "I have some ideas what would I like, but overall i have no idea" V replied truthfully. "Fine, but first," he silenced herself and glared at Vic like he was analyzing her. "Show me you have money to pay for it" he ended with a warning tone that sent shivers down her spine. "Sure" she replied and showed the tattoo boy all the money she had in the back pocket of her black jeans. She pulled out a few hundred dollar bills and the tattoo boy nervously gulped. "Alright, but if you robbed the bank, I'll find you and haunt you" He finished with a chuckle and softened his intimidating frown.

An hour later a happy Victoria walked out of the tattoo parlor amazed by the ink covering her wrist and about the fact, that someone finally listened to her. The tattoo was simple. Sort of stupid when she thought about it from other people's perspective, but to her, it made perfect sense.

It was the thing that you talk into when you are calling with an payphone, but the wire that is usually connected to the payphone machine was torn (Well more likely cut off or whatever). [Haha my lack of vocab, sorry]

She had an amazing mood, but the fact, that the boy who actually payed attention to her didn't introduce himself, so she couldn't just search him up on facebook (or instagram, bc who posts pictures of themselves on facebook? not me). And the fact she had to go back home.

Home, home, it wasn't even home anymore. It was a huge mansion for one lonely person.

How sad.

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This is literally the longest chapter I have ever written and she did like nothing. I'm amazed.