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Chapter 3

Light hit my eyes, forcing them open.
The Traitorous curtains were open, allowing my enemy in while my clock read 8:50, I had an hour until my appointment. My gut turned telling me I was late to school, even though I had no intention of going.
Grabbing the bag form under my bed I finished packing before having a shower and getting changed.

Once everything of me had been removed from the house besides the furniture. I put the bag back.
Half an hour to my appointment.

Picking up a pen I scribbled a quick letter to mum.
Realising I had nothing to say to her. She was a bad person, and an even worse mother.
What do you say to someone who blames you for everything that went wrong? And someone who is counting down the days until you leave?
Well maybe when I'm gone she will realise it's been her fault all along.

To Maradith
I'm relieved to inform you that I have moved out, two years before I was expected to.
This means the party can come early.
X
~Dillon

I didn't feel anything, I was finally moving out. I felt no joy, no sorrow, no pain. I was free, but I didn't even feel like I was.
I walked to town. Once I was there I only had a minute to get to the tattoo parlour.
I know where I want it, and I know what it's going to be. I've never been so sure of anything else in my entire life.
"Dillon?" The girl at the front desk questioned. "Yes, that's me" I replied, to the girl my age, "cool, you will be my first. But don't worry I've been practicing tattooing my hole life so you can trust me." She said smiling at me. "Your first?" I said. "Yeah, I haven't really tattooed anyone before, but I'm good so don't worry" she replied shyly, "I'm not worried at all" "thanks" she replied, her smile was bright, her cheeks chubby and pink, her hair was died blue and she had a tattoo of a rose on her arm that was coloured pink. This was my first pleasant talk with someone my age for the past five years.

I like her, and if I hadn't been moving away, then I would want to be her friend. "I like you" she said straight to me, "really?" I said disbelief in my voice, "yeah, your cool. So if you want to talk about anything or you know, just want a friend, then here's my number." I smiled brightly at her, "this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me" I said and she smiled in reply "but I don't even know your name?" I asked, "it's Rose, now come this way" she said leading me down a corridor and into a small room with a bench and a hole bunch of tattoo ideas covering the walls.

She took a set on a stool and I sat on the bench, "so, what do you want?" I pulled my phone out and showed her the picture of the lotus flower. "That's a very good tattoo, and your lucky I have the sheet for that" she said making her way across the room to a work bench where she took out a plastic sheet with my tattoo on it.
"Now where do you want it?" "I was thinking, in between my shoulder blades" "that's a good idea. I'm going to get you to lay down on your stomach and lift your t-shirt off." I did as she said, feeling insecure about my fatness. "So what I'm going to do is put this paint on your back, so you can see what the tattoo will look like." I nodded my reply as she got to work. The instant the paint touched my skin I shivered, it was cold.

I stood in front of the mirror looking at the reflection of my back which now had a beautiful lotus flower in the middle. My back was fat, but the flower looked like it belonged some how.
"So, you still want it?" She asked me, and I faced her with the biggest grin I had ever had, "Yes" I have never been so happy, and I don't even have the tat yet. Just knowing I was about to get a tattoo gave me a big rush of adrenaline, I felt like a badass.
I knew I wasn't, but I had the illusion of being one, and I liked the feeling.

I lay back onto the bench well she sterilised the spot where the tattoo was going to go.

The sharp tool broke the surface of my skin, machine humming as if enjoying my pain. My teeth were gritted so hard, I thought they were going to snap off.
After ten minutes I was almost enjoying the pain, after an hour and ten minutes it was complete.
I walked up to the mirror with Rose watching from over my shoulder. I turned looking at the tattoo on my back, surrounded in red.
It fitted perfectly, my eyes watered with joy, it was my new beginning.
My.
That was a new word. It was just mine, a beginning for myself.
Warm tears poured down my face.
"Are you ok? I thought you wanted it?" Rose said rubbing my shoulder, "no, no. It's not that" I said between sobs, "I'm so, so happy." "Oh, that's good then" she said laughing "I thought you hated the tattoo" Rose finished, "no, it just means so much to me" I said half laughing and half crying while I put my shirt back on. "How can you look so cute while crying?" She asked as I took a deep breath and whipped my tears away. "I-I'm not..." I say confused "yes you are, you need to teach me your ways" she laughed with seriousness. "Oh I can't." I said looking at the watch on my wrist, "I have to go, but I will definitely use this!" I said holding up the peace of paper she put her number on, "you better" she said following me out the door. I walked to her and gave her a hug, "thank you so much" I gave her the money, and she gave me some cream to but on the tattoo so it doesn't get an infection.
Then I left.