Val

Escape.

Four.

It's the beauty that hurts the most,

           not the ugly.

"Calm down jeez mami, I can feel your anxiousness from all the way over here." Mariana complained in our Spanish accent, picking up how tense I was being.

"If we just did what we said we were going to do then I wouldn't be so on edge Ria." I rolled my eyes while rubbing my sweaty palms together.

I watched her sit in the leather chair waiting to get her first tattoo. I could tell she was nervous to but was trying her best to look tough. Once in a while I'd see her eyes sink into worry, she'd try to hide behind her curls but I could see right through it.

For distraction, I gazed the walls that surrounded me. I took small steps around the small room. The walls were filled with dark shaded colors, most likely spray painted. They were filled with quotes, one in particular stuck out to me. In cursive it said the work of art is a scream of freedom.
I slowly ran my fingers over the green letters. Through the stuffy, small room this quote seemed so exposed and pure.
"Val come here and hold my hand-fuck!-I can't stop shaking." Ria whispered in frustration, I gave my attention back to her seeing that I was here for her support.

I quickly grasped her trembling hand to calm her down. "I knew you'd get scared. It's okay I've been told after a couple of minutes it eases." I gave her a small smile while lying through my teeth. I had never heard that before, I just said it so she would calm down and go through with it. I knew if I told her the truth, then she'd leave and later get mad at me for letting her leave.

I knew my sister by the back of my hand. She was the opposite of me, venturesome and fun. She's the girl that every boy craved and every girl hated. The life of the party some may say-but me, I'd say she's reckless and loud.

While I'd like to go home, read a book and snuggle up to my pillow she'd go to a party and drink. She was way more experienced then me in everything. She had plenty of boyfriends but they never lasted she'd say because they acted like little boys but I think it's because she expects them to be like our father.

Marianna and I are triplets, this adding our brother Sebastian. He's more in the middle, very attractive, so they say but also doesn't mine sitting down and reading a book. Bas likes playing hockey mostly which doesn't really make sense since we live in Los Angeles, but of course there's no limits with Bas.

According to our mother we all act alike. I don't compare myself to neither, I rather stay to myself while they are more of extroverts.

The rubbing of Rias skin against mine brought me back to reality. I was in a tattoo shop with my underage sister. I was waiting for her to get her un aloud tattoo for the first time. How she was getting it i honestly don't know.

"Val. . . ?" Rias soft voice rung in my ears.
I slowly looked down  at her knowing that she was going to tell me something serious by the tone of her voice.

"What's up?" I knitted my eyebrows while I stared into her worried eyes.
"I-uh-do you trust me?" Her words reeked of stress. Why was she being so serious lately?

"Of course why would you ask that?" I thought she knew that she was my favorite person in the entire planet even if we were total opposites.

"Something. . . I've-" she was cut off by footsteps coming in our direction. "Never mind I'm just nervous." She gave me a asymmetrical smile, showing that it was for show. I knew there was something wrong but it was obvious that  this wasn't the right time, so I nodded my head while continually carressing her sweaty hand.