Fear WILL Find You // IT // Bill Skarsgard

Chapter 10

Lyles POV.

"CUT ME SOME SLACK! I AM FUCKING STRESSED!" I screamed from inside the bathroom as Odette kept hitting the door, saying we were going to be late. I took a deep breath as I looked in the mirror before running my hand through my hair. I had been tattooing for years, I only took two weeks off but now that I am going back into work, my nerves were all over the place. I looked at the lace up long sleeved black top I was wearing as I pulled the strings to sit in the middle at even length. The top was tucked into black ripped skinny jeans, black vans on my feet.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen as I noticed Odette getting two water bottles out of the fridge. "Here you go" she smiled as she threw one of the bottles which I dropped, like always. I walked about a meter before picking up the bottle as she laughed, more than likely rolling her eyes at the same time. "Come on you, we have work to get to. Not everyone has had two weeks off" she teased as I sighed. I wasn't ready to go back. Not yet, not ever.

I parked around the back of the Parlour at the parking lot, my space still available after the two weeks of not being used. I sat as I stared at the steering wheel, Odettes door opening as she began to get out of the car. "Hey" she brought me out of my head as I looked at her, still not entirely focused. "I've missed you here. It's good to have you back" she grinned as I just looked at her blankly. I didn't know how to react. I wanted to smile and say I had missed being here but I hadn't. All I wanted to do at this very moment was go home and cry. Cry just because I was so numb. I had given up within two weeks. I had given up something had been so passionate with since I was 13 and I was close. I was SO close to figuring it all out. But I wasn't close enough.

I sat on my chair at my desk as I began to draw some custom designs to show I was back in the shop, allowing me to do a few tattoos until I get any further requests. I began to draw a dagger as I tried to get back to normality but in all honesty nothing was ever going to work. I didn't want to be here and no stupid drawing was going to convince me otherwise. I used to love my work, my clients but now, now everything seemed worthless. I had lost the passion over the course of the two weeks. Or maybe I didn't lose the passion. Maybe the passion for this is nothing compared to my passion for the research I was doing, maybe that is why this seems so awful now.

"I booked the client in for you" Odette stood next to me as I leaped out of my seat. "Who is it?" I asked, my heart still racing after not hearing her approach me thereby giving me a fright when she spoke. "Mr... Wise" she answered as she looked at her hand, trying to read what she had scribbled on her skin so she could tell me. "I don't know who that is" I turned back to my drawing as I tried to finish it off. "Well, he asked for you specifically. He is coming in around an hour but he is the only one you have today. Also, I am finished with my client so I will see you when you get home" Odette explained as I wanted to go crazy but I didn't. I stayed calm.

The walls of the Parlour are black and painted with a material that makes them similar to a chalkboard. I decided for my hour that I had spare I could re-decorate my wall. I moved the table as I got a bucket filled with hot soapy water as I cleaned off the chalk. After towel drying the walls I grabbed a packet of white chalk as I stood on the chair and began to draw something different. All of the other walls were filled with scatter designs but I decided to do something that was like a mural.

I ended up using blues, greens, reds, yellows, browns, and white as I made a scene of a boy looking over a town, water surrounding it, mountains and cliffs in the distance, clouds, roads, tiny buildings, and multiple trees. I felt proud as I looked at it with a smile before glancing at my hands which were a mess from the chalk. I pushed my desk up against the wall, happy that I had managed to keep the mural high enough so the desk did not hit it. I walked to the bathroom as I cleaned the bucket, sponge, and my hands.