Say My Name Again.

Coffee

'Sorry I'm late-' I pant walking into the studio to see a hooded customer leaving, I stop what I'm saying to look back at the character who had just left, he had brown messy hair and his hands were all tattooed, he looked familiar. 'Don't sweat it.' James laughed putting in a cd which started to play 'Can You Feel My Heart' which grabbed my attention. 'Like it? It's there new album.' James grinned and I nodded, 'They're called Bring-' 'Me The Horizon... I know I love them.' I smiled and picked up the case which was signed. 'How did you get this?' 'I know a guy' he winked. I laughed and put the cd down. 'Alex today you're on piercing duty, Scar's sick.' It was only my first week here. 'Sure... How hard can it be?' 'Well you have to perform a navel and cartilage piercing around one.' I nodded and looked through the diary, 'Hand re doing tomorrow?' 'Yeah I was wondering if you'd be up for it?' 'Me?!' 'Yes you.' I paled at the thought, I knew I could do it but I was nervous. 'Lighten up Alex I'll be there to help.' 'Thanks James.' 'No problem.'
I was whispering the lyrics to Hospital For Souls. It was one of my favourites. I related to their music, they got me through a lot. My eyes flickered down to my wrist, they weren't as visible but you never forget the place of a scar... Or two. That stopped a year ago when my best friend Holly found out. She was upset, her face is a picture I won't forget. Instead of cutting I took up smoking. Slow suicide. But I just tell people I do it on social occasions for fun. 'Hey' James whispered rubbing my back, 'What's wrong?' I looked at him and realised that tears had slipped out while I was thinking. 'Im going on my break.' I slipped past and went to the store making coffee for myself before going out the back and lighting a cigarette.
After my break I successfully did the piercings without freaking out. Walking home I pulled up my hood because it started to rain. I liked the rain. It was cold and dark. I hurried past a bar which pumped music and had tall blokes standing outside. I received a whistle as I walked by, I could feel their eyes on me, it made me walk faster.
When I got home I stripped myself of my wet clothes and warmed up in pyjamas and a blanket in my bed with my cat in my lap. He was called Jack because the colour of his fur around his eye made him look as if he were wearing an eye patch. Every time he looked at me it made me laugh.