Tattoos of the heart

Wolves

By the time Percy was 3 years old his best friend was a little girl his age named Piper. Her father was a famous actor and Piper's mother left when she was a baby.

Tristan knew Sally from college and they were good friends. He left Piper at her house every weekday while he was on set for his new NYC-based movie.

Piper was unique. Her eyes were never one color and she always had glue or paint in her hair. No matter how much Sally washed her she'd always have paint or glue in her hair.

Always.

Sally remembered Piper had her first word when her and Tristan were watching the two on one weekend.

She had called Sally mama. Tristan started to cry. He was happy the Piper could recognize a motherly figure, but also sad that it wasn't her actual mother.

That same day Piper had gotten another tattoo, her first was a lightning bolt and today on her wrist was a tiny staple.

Whenever Sally gave Piper a bath to get out the mess that she managed to get herself into this time she saw that tattoo. And was reminded of the day this little amgel called her mama.

And she laughed that Percy's first word was duck and not something like mama.

Today Piper and Percy were playing with legos and trying to outbuild eachother when Sally heard Percy scream.

She ran out of the kitchen and saw Piper with her eyes rolled back on the floor while compulsing.

She grabbed her phone and called an ambulance. Percy was crying in the ambulance cause he thought his best friend was dead, but Sally couldn't leave him at home and she didn't have her own car.

During the ride Piper's right bicep was covered with the face of a wolf with crystal blue eyes.

A week after her seizure Percy was still staring at Piper's arm.

"Are you gonna marry a werewolf?" He'd ask her everyday.

"I hope so!" She'd laugh.

Sally hated the tattoo. It reminded her of one if her worst days.