Schizophrenia

Chapter Nine

 

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Chapter Nine

Savannah Summers

"Where are we even going?" I frown as I look at Justin.

"Tattoo studio – your place – club." He simply says, not looking at me for a single second.

"Club?" I raise my eyebrows, "I've got school tomorrow you know?"

"Oh please, it's not like I'm going to get you drunk, chill."

"I don't drink alcohol anyway." I huff and lean my head against the cold window of the car, "Clubs suck."

Justin doesn't say a word and simply keeps driving. A small smile is on his features and I catch myself looking at him for a while before the car eventually stops in front of the tattoo studio.

It's obviously closed, which probably proves that it's all Justin's and he doesn't have any people working in there for him when he's gone. He must be really good at his job, according to the car, which costs more than my entire existence.

I can't deny the fact that I am super excited to see his studio and his work. I love tattoos a lot, even though I don't have any. It's just, my parents do not really appreciate ink on someone's body. And that someone is Ashley and me. They'd probably get a heart attack if they'd see all the tattoos on Justin's arms. Yeah, I'm pretty sure they would.

Justin unlocks the door and quickly walks into the building, me following him close behind.

It's bigger than I expected it to be and it doesn't look scary like in the movies I've seen (yes, I do watch too many horror movies).

It's actually pretty awesome. There's a huge black couch on the left, right when you walk in, and there's a counter on the right side, probably where he does all the paper work, I guess?

Then there's a huge flat screen TV right in front of the couch, and when I say huge, I really mean huge. It even has a XBOX in front of it, which makes me wonder if his customers play with it or if he plays with it himself. Probably himself.

In the back of the room is another door, which Justin went in and which probably leads back to the room he does all the tattoos. Oh, and there's a small bar right next to the door, with a coffee machine on top of it and a refrigerator below.

My gaze drifts through the room, admiring the beautiful paintings on the wall and then I finally found what I've been looking for. A huge file is lying on a small table next to the big couch.

A smile spreads across my face and I quickly walk towards it. My hands grab hold of the cold material of the file as I sit down and put it onto my lap. I impatientally open it and my mouth falls agape at the sight of the beautiful sketch in front of me. It's an eye, and I quickly recognize it as the tattoo he's got on his arm. It's so pretty, and all the stunning details literally make me hold my breath.

After admiring his beautiful art work of an eye, I flick through the next pages, loving every single sketch I come by. It literally includes everything, from skulls to animals, from people to flowers and from quotes to feathers and birds (the overused ones everyone knows).

Everything simply includes so many breathtaking details and it makes me wonder how much time he spends on one single drawing.

I imagine him sitting on his desk, trying to make everything perfect and if there's something wrong he simply throws it away. And I imagine him getting mad at himself if it doesn't turn out the way he wants to.