Skins Generation 3

Rich

I can't even tell if I'm tasting my cigar anymore,after all these ones I've already smoked. What time could it possibly be? Uhh. 5.20 am. Great,Richard. Just great. I haven't slept at all and I have to be in university in two hours approximately. How's uni going? Shit. At first I was so motivated,I wanted to do this for Grace. For me. For my dad. For Jimmy Hedrix. But,I just can't. Grace keeps appearing in every fucking hallway. Her name is there,in every paper I am trying to write down. It's been two fucking years,Richard. I swear my dick will fall off if I don't do anything good for it. Yep. I haven't dated anyone since... since forever. And now I am stuck,studying something I don't really want to,smiling when I don't really want to, getting out of my room when I really don't want to! I could go days without moving from my bed. Without eating,or using the toilet. Just hallucinating. Grace always comes when I am like that. She says "Get up you sleepyhead. Get up or I'm never coming back". But she always does. She is my first love afterall. All these experiences we didn't have together. We never got matching tattoos despite how much she wanted it and actually, I did too,but I played it off like it was ''cheesy''. Fuck it. This is what I'm gonna do right now. Screw university. Everyone is a dickhead there. Googling the nearest tattoo shop...okay let's go. I waited 2 hours outside because I didn't realise it was 6 am when I decided to be ''spontaneous'' or whatever. Grace and I always joked about getting a little zombie tattoo,to remind us of our craziest weekend together. We were having a zombie movie marathon,when we started drinking something completely illegal and strong as hell that we thought the zombie apocalypse was happening. We were also planning to dress as zombies on Halloween. But Halloween found me passed out on her grave,with two masks on my hands. She never put on hers. I teared up when I was getting the tattoo and the artist,who was named Gary as you could see from 1 mile distance tatted on his right arm looked at me weird. ''He thinks he's hurting you and he doesn't know if he should stop'' she giggled. She didn't even scare me. I was just happy to see her. I smiled at her. ''Your little zombie is so cute''. Yes it is. And it's the only thing I have left. A stupid tattoo on my left wrist,that was supposed to be holding your zombie's hand when we were holding each other's. But you left me Grace. And now my zombie is holding a needle instead.