“What do you mean he’s in jail?” Snake asked.
“Who’s in jail?” I squirm into the conversation.
“Joseph.” My closest friend for eight hard years. Joseph Slips.
“Why?”
“Caught with those goddamn drugs again.” Her smile dropped. He asked her out a week ago, but she hasn’t answered him yet. Everyone knows she loves him.
She’s the reason I have my “signature heart.”
On my seventeenth birthday, it just passed; Snake took me to a surprise party the group had set up for me. We all had a little bit of beer to just start off the party off “the real way.” Let me just get to the point, Snake drugged my drink, and took me to a tattoo parlor. And let’s just say, we didn’t need ID’s here.
The man writing my arm picked out the picture to be inscribed into my skin forever. It was a puffed up and very puss filled blob, that now is a beautiful red, black, and white heart. Its outline is pure black. The inside is red; blood and brick. They outline each other like shadows. The white is my name. Perfectly spelled and in a magnificent. Very precise and a remembrance of how no one can trust Snake. I love it.
“How much this time?” We always bail each other out of our “second home.” We all save money from our jobs.
“Two-grand this time” More than ever. My jaw drops that second. Of course we have the money, but that’s more than half of it.
“I’ll go.” Alexis Washen. The cleanest, quietest, most head-in-the-books person in our group.
“HELLLLLLL NOOOOOO!!” I had to say it. She’s the most vulnerable person of all time! She’d break down in front of the cops. “Impossible. You can’t go. You won’t make it back with him.”
“Okay.” Her reply is merely a whisper…I hurt her.
“Sorry, Snake’ll go. Just meet her at the usual place.” She nods and turns herself away, going home.
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Why I'm Gone
Short StorySamuel Instant. What I've been called my entire life. I hate everyone. I can't stand anything. Except her. Josilyn Slowly. She's...Different. And here's our story.
