Burn

Chapter 3

“It’s done” He says putting gauze on the sore skin. I lets out the breath i was holding in and mumble a “thank god” while putting my shirt back on. I don’t know how people can get so many; this hurts like hell it’s like a bee stinging you a thousand times.

“Why a butterfly?” I furrow my eyebrows at his question.

“It represents freedom, mostly when people want a tattoo like that they ask for a bird because they think a bird dies if you cage it but birds can live up to some says or months while a butterfly dies within an hour at the most and damages its wings trying to escape and dies in the attempt, It’s only beautiful when you see it flying in the garden, trapped in a jar it loses all its beauty and becomes useless. We humans are the same we like to be alive and to be free, if we’re deprived of them we feel like a caged animal and we’d rather be wishing to be dead then live in such a manner.” He seems surprised at my answer. I was too.

I hadn’t planned the words that fell from my mouth; they came directly from the heart. This was exactly what I thought about my parent’s behavior towards me. Don’t do this, don’t do that they treat me like a seven year old who is just learning the difference between good and bad. I maybe young but I don’t need my mother to make decisions of my life for me and I just wish someday to be free from this hold of theirs and do what I always wished to do. I don’t want to go to Yale because my mother did or brown university just because my father’s side of the family owns half of it. They never think of what I liked or didn’t ever since I can remember.

“I never thought of it that way, I thought maybe you were getting it just because it was pretty” he explains, dryly.

“I’ve wanted it for a while now” I say and head out the door where Liam is behind the counter and Zara is leaning in front of it talking and fluttering her camel like lashes. She must really like him or is just playing him. But recalling the way she was gawking at him when he first entered the room I would pick the first one, you can’t really blame her he was really good-looking. He was a bit more well-built than harry was, tall, a stubble and spiked up brown hair with warm brown eyes to match.

"What did you get?" Zara asks me wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

 "A butterfly” I reply, she nods. Liam tells us that since the tattoo wasn't big so it's $70. Zara pays him and a piece of paper with it including a wink when we're leaving, her actions make me blush, i could never be so forward with guys , I tried once in middle school and the guy just laughed at my face. Couldn't really blame him either, I was overweight and had braces and he was the cutest guy in the school. I glance around the parlor to see if I spot Harry but I don't see him and I can't help but feel a little disappointed.

It’s quiet. The light is muted open my eyes and immediately shut them back at the throbbing pain in my head. I rub the temples of my cheeks still not opening my eyes hoping it'll help but it doesn't. It takes a whole lot of courage to open my eyes. Fractured memories of the previous nights slowly come to me. Getting drunk-dear lord, the dancing-slut and after that I’m blank but I can’t help but think that there was more to it I just can’t remember. I look at my surrounding and notice I’m in Zara’s room, I glance at the bedside table and see two Advil’s with a glass of water good thinking Zara. I take the Advil hoping that maybe I’ll be free from this terrible headache. It feels like I have an aneurysm.

I scramble out of bed seeing that I’m still in my attire from last night, a printed maxi skirt with a plain white tank top. There’s a towel on a chair for me along with a pair of jeans and white blouse from Zara’s closet. I go into the bathroom and stare at my reflection and let me tell you something I looked like death itself. My blonde hair resembled that of a bird nest, I had dark circles under my eyes and the little mascara and eye liner I had applied yesterday on Zara’s constant begging was now all smeared and my eyes were bloodshot.

I strip down and step into the shower. The water cascades over my body and I hold my head up. The water is warm and relaxing. With a headache like this I want to stay in this shower forever. After I’m done I wrap the towel around my body. I blow dry my hair and when I turn my back towards the mirror to change I catch an eye of something black on my back , I look back into the mirror holy shit…

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