Four Years Later..

The Tattoo

The air is chilly. The Sky is lightening up. Hopefully it won't rain because of the bonfire.  I breath in cold air. Christina twirls in the street.

"You're So silly!" I say.

Christina laughs. We walk past a few more buildings and we are in the front of the tattoo parlor. A pang of guilt hits me. I haven't been here since.. Tori..was alive. I remember her ever So much. Yeah we had our differences.. but I looked up to her. 

Christina nudges my shoulder.

"Come on Tris.. "

I pull myself together and walk in.

It hasn't changed a bit. Still dark and beautiful.  I look in the back and I see tori's chair. I want to cry..But I can't. Not here.

I feel bad for George. Imagine you having to fake your death, making your sister believe something that isn't true. Then she gets her revenge and is So close to you, But gets killed. I feel for him. I do.

I take a look around at a few tattoos. Nothing seems to interest Me.

Then Christina calls me over.

" I haven't found anything."

I take a minute and think of something.

"Christina  I think we should get a tattoo of the word Hope. I mean that all we basically had a year ago. So yeah."

"Great Idea Tris."

I take a seat on the chair.  It feels cold on my back. We decided to get the tattoos on our right collarbone.

The needle Pierces my skin. The pain hurts But I've felt worse. I sit there patiently. I close my eyes and drift off..

About an hour later I wake up.

"There ya go ma'am"

"Thank You" I say politely as a get up. Christina is waiting for me. 

"You lucky you fell asleep " She laughs.

"I was tired. We woke up around 4."

"Ooh.  4..."

"Oh God" we both laugh.

I walk to a mirror..

"I love it"

I look at Christina "Let's go eat?"

"Sure"

We walk out.