Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Ink

In a world where most aspects of your life are predetermined, the only freedom you have is love. (Cheesy but give me a chance)
Warning : some swearing (bear with me) also, lots of sarcasm. Beware.

I waited in line with the rest of the kids in my grade to get my tattoo. This is what you get when you turn into an adult right? You get a tattoo of the day you die, where you work, your social class, and who your going to marry. Fun. I know. And the tattoos aren't even in nice curly handwriting. It's literally Times New Roman. Boring. I know. I see the kids in front of me with red arms, reading what is written as they walk by. Some seem happy, some don't, I guess that's just life.

As my turn gets nearer, the more nervous I get. I grasp the various contracts and complete shit we got earlier in my arm and wait. I try to look like I'm occupied by reading my folder, like I give two shits, I don't by the way, if you were wondering. One by one, kids walked forward to see their future written in their arm.

You know, one complaint I have with this crap system is the perfection of it all. After a while perfection gets annoying. Perfect shirt, perfect grades, perfect personality, perfect everything. Boring. There needs to be some fun in life right? But no. No nothing. Nothing but perfection. Fucks sake. I can't even go outside without anyone knowing. If I bump into someone, I get scolded. I'm one of those people you call... an imperfectionist. I don't think it's an actual word but for the sole purpose to describe me, it would be just that. I think that word is self explanatory so I won't define it.

I'm next now, and my waiting is almost over. Thank god. I can't wait to see my future that will be perfectly spelled out for me, can you feel the sarcasm?

"Y/N room 24" someone, god knows who, called over the speaker and I walked to what looked like room 24. Well, it had the number 24 on it.

I knock and walk in.

A young woman, in her thirties for sure, greets me. I sit down. I roll my sleeves up. She gets to work. She takes out a folder with my name on it and my number on it, checks my wrist and nodded. Yep. When you're a toddler, you get a nice little number tatted on for identification. I call it branding. Like a cow you know?

I see her open the folder and frown. Her eyebrows knit together. She mouths "the system makes no mistakes" and keeps reading through. Now I'm scared. Like my fucking future is right there in that folder and she's whispering that?! For hells sake don't say that in front if the person ready to be tatted and becoming an adult. Very reassuring government. Very reassuring. I can just feel how excited I am to be in this "system that makes no mistakes" fucks sake. Everyone makes mistakes. I mean the irony of my data being a mistake and my whole life being a mistake? Uncanny.

Now the woman is talking into her headphones.

"Yes sir. This can't be right. The system... I understand sir, but this can't be... yes sir." She looked at me weird and told me to stand up. So I did.

"Go to room 4a. The general will be waiting there." She fakes a great smile at me and I walk out.

What the hell is going on? I walk down the hallway and walk and walk and walk and you get it now. I walked a lot. I kept walking until the last door. 1a. I found another hallway. Fuck. I walked down that and found, you guessed it! 4a.

I knocked and walked in.

"Hello, you must be... Y/N." he said and I nodded. "You are a... special... case." He struggled out. Special my ass. But I let him keep going on with his bullshit.

"I'll tattoo you." He got his tattoo gun out and I rolled up my sleeves yet again and he got going.

This is fucking weird just by the way. Like this never happens. What is happening? You don't even understand. This PERFECT system has been broken cause of ME. The IMPERFECT one. You need to understand how fucking happy I was. The system ISN'T perfect. YES!! I call this a success.

He was just tattooing away letter by letter. After a bit of time and a bit of pain, he wiped away the blood and let me see it.

8/20/2000

You're kidding. I'm already dead? I'm dead. I put my fingers to my neck. I have a pulse. I look at the general. He shrugs.

He gets to work again and again, he wipes away the blood and lets me see.

Leader

Of what? I look at him again and he shrugged yet again. This is vague and... weird. So fucking weird.

He starts to tattoo again and let's me see.

Class A

Good. At least I'll be rich as fuck with my confusing ass life. Fucks sake. The only thing I'll have is money and I'm kind of really okay with that.

He tattoos again but this time he covers it with his hand while he wipes away the blood.

"This is the weird part." He says.

Like this whole thing wasn't fucking weird. This is the "weird part" everyone! Brace your self. Grab onto something.

He uncovers his hand and I start laughing. He looks at me weirdly and I wave him off with one hand.

Lauren Jauregui

He was scared because it was a GIRL for fucks sake! I don't care! Whew.

He covers my tattoos with a gauze... weird.

"Don't let anyone see this." He said and looked at me straight in the eyes.

"Why?" I ask.

"Just don't. For your own safety. Tomorrow at 8:00 am sharp, get into the car in front of your house. This is for your safety." He says and leads me out the door. Weird as fuck.

"Yes sir." I say and walk away.

For my own safety? Bullshit. There's got to be a reason.

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A/N
I find myself swearing more when I go back to school and stuff like that so it just carried over to my writing. Sincere apologies. I hope you enjoy and please, for the love of god, comment. Please.

I'm posting this to celebrate this book getting more than 1K reads. I'm so thankful and I started this book when I was struggling with my writing and you guys reading it and voting and adding them to your reading lists really helped boost my confidence. So, thank you.